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

obelisk that had once been

the

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting to stack on top

that he wasn't actually standing on the ground but on parts of his

stunk indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying and

hadn't noticed it before, but right now, he could feel something very profound

had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain

light, fresh air, or life could

Everything was isolated.

this was

it

nothing bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the air had gained

But what was this?

force in

extended his right hand

some Mana in the

an instant, something happened to Shang's

began to

lost control over his hand, and it

to move it, but it was

to heal it, but that was also

His hand had died.

or scared, and he just

didn't know what it was, but it felt profound

It felt mysterious.

never experienced anything like

Darkness, but it also wasn't

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black

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

was starting to

kept looking at

hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth,

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

that if he

surrounding Mana was

Shang got

much of this Mana had he

filled with this kind of Mana, what effects

were very different from what he had done to

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

natural process of absorbing Mana included the incorporation of

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

much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there was

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

he just