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 at

he slowly turned

had once been Shang's body had

to the hill he was currently

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the

wasn't actually standing on the ground but on parts

it was filled with something

noticed it before, but right now, he could feel something very profound

experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and

light, fresh air, or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

this was

like it was a

nothing bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had

But what was this?

was this force

hand and focused on

in the

instant, something happened to Shang's

began to

control over his hand, and it just hung from

to move it, but it

heal it, but that was

His hand had died.

Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and he

know what it was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything like this

wasn't like Darkness, but it also wasn't

It was different.

hand turned black and began

that the bodies of such powerful people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of Shang's

was starting

kept looking at

hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced

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

if he absorbed more,

Mana was

Shang

of this Mana had

with this kind of Mana,

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

Shang had absorbed the Mana in the surroundings without converting it to his own Mana.

of Shang's will on the

and mind didn't decompose like

of this Mana. Sure, he had put his

with something this

was like he