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?

…

kept

he slowly turned his head

fleshy obelisk that had once been Shang's body had

the

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

Isolation Barrier wasn't wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces

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

it was filled with something terrifying

he

that had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a century in

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

Everything was isolated.

was like this

like it was a

bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

could feel that the

But what was this?

force in

right hand and focused on

Mana in the surroundings

instant, something happened to

began to turn

control over his hand, and it just hung from

tried to move it, but it

tried to heal it, but that

His hand had died.

wasn't nervous or scared, and he just looked

what it was, but it

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything like this

Darkness, but it also wasn't like

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black and began

easily. After all, all of Shang's body

his hand was starting to

kept

vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth,

the decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

could feel that if he absorbed more,

Mana was

Shang got a

much of this Mana

with this kind of Mana, what effects

previously were

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

natural process of absorbing Mana included the incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana as the

and mind

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

was confronted with something this mysterious,

he just