Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang looked at his body and realized that there was still a bit to go.

However, this time, it no longer seemed impossible to comprehend Void Casting.

Shang was already 80% done.

Only about 40 more years.

Only two or three more sessions in the Isolation Chamber.

Then, he would finally comprehend Void Casting.

Yet, Shang only absentmindedly focused on nothing.

He was just standing in the Isolation Barrier, doing nothing.

He wasn't training.

He wasn't thinking.

He was just there.

That was it.

He just didn't care anymore.

Training was so exhausting.

Moving was so exhausting.

Thinking was so exhausting.

Everything was so exhausting.

He just didn't want to anymore.

His past was suffering.

His present was suffering.

His future was suffering.

Why suffering?

Why did it always have to be suffering?

Why did the world put him through so much suffering?

In Shang's mind, there was no way out of this suffering.

It couldn't be stopped.

As long as he lived, he would continue to suffer.

What was the point?

…

just kept looking

slowly turned his head to the

had once been Shang's body had fallen

to the hill he

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

Barrier wasn't wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh

standing on the ground but on

was filled with

but right now, he could feel something very profound in

nothing but blood, suffering,

air, or life

Everything was isolated.

like this was a small

it was

nothing bright,

And the air…

It was… strange…

could feel that the air had gained powerful

But what was this?

was this force in the

his right hand and

in the surroundings to enter his

instant, something

to

then, Shang lost control over his hand, and

to move it, but it was

tried to heal it, but that

His hand had died.

for some reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared,

didn't know what it was,

It felt mysterious.

never experienced anything

but it also wasn't

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned black and began to

people didn't decompose easily. After

his hand was starting

just kept

Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition

focused on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying more and

that if he absorbed more, he would

Mana was

then, Shang

much of this Mana

been filled with this kind of Mana, what effects did it

which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he

without converting it to his own Mana. In essence,

incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana as the first

body and mind didn't decompose like his

this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there was no

with something this mysterious, for some reason, he still felt

was like he just