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

turned his head to

fleshy obelisk that had once been Shang's body had fallen

Shang's attention to the hill he was

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century,

standing on the ground but on parts

it was filled with something

before, but right now, he could feel something very profound in

nothing but blood, suffering, and

air, or life could enter from the

Everything was isolated.

like this was a

like it was

nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the air had

But what was this?

this force in

hand and focused

some Mana in the surroundings to enter his

something

to

Shang lost control over his hand, and it just hung from his

move it, but it

it, but that was also

His hand had died.

Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and

know what it was,

It felt mysterious.

never experienced anything like

Darkness, but it also

It was different.

Shang's hand turned

to remember that the bodies of such powerful people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of Shang's body parts were still on the hill,

hand was starting

kept looking

next seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids,

the decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

if he absorbed more, he would

Mana was

then, Shang got

of this Mana

with this kind of

the ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from

the Mana in the surroundings without converting it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified and weaker

incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana

body and mind didn't decompose like

of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on

when Shang was confronted with something this mysterious, for some reason, he

like he just didn't