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

turned his

that had once been Shang's

attention to the hill he was currently

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting to stack on top of each

noticed that he wasn't actually standing on the ground

air stunk indescribably, and it was filled with something

right now, he could feel something very profound in

experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and

or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

like this was

was like it

nothing bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the air had gained powerful

But what was this?

force in the

hand and focused

he willed some Mana in the

something happened to Shang's

to

lost control over his hand, and

tried to move it,

to heal it,

His hand had died.

or scared, and he just looked at his dead

know what it was, but it felt profound

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything like

but it also wasn't

It was different.

seconds later, 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, and they hadn't

hand was starting to

just kept

as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids,

slowly crept up

could feel that if he absorbed

surrounding Mana

then, Shang got

of this Mana had he

with this kind

previously were very different from

it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified and weaker version of

absorbing Mana included the incorporation of

of that, Shang's body and mind didn't

Shang had still absorbed who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there

something this mysterious, for some reason, he

was like he just