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

he slowly turned

that had once been Shang's body had

Shang's attention to the hill he was

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of

when Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing on the ground but on

was filled with something terrifying and

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

but blood, suffering, and

of the light, fresh air, or life could enter from the

Everything was isolated.

like this was a small

was like it was a

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the

But what was this?

this force in the

hand and focused on

willed some Mana in the

something

began to

hand, and it just hung from his

to move it, but

heal it,

His hand had died.

some reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and he just looked at his dead

what it was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything like this

like Darkness, but it also wasn't

It was different.

hand turned black and began

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

his hand was starting to

just kept looking at

as the

his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his

if he absorbed more,

Mana was

then, Shang got a

of this

in here had been filled with this kind of

Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different

in the surroundings without converting it to his

of absorbing Mana included the incorporation of Shang's will on the

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

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 still felt

he