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 looking

slowly turned his

obelisk that had once been Shang's body had fallen

drew Shang's attention to the hill he was currently

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

the past century, and the pieces

standing on the ground but on

stunk indescribably, and it was filled with

before, but right now, he

nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a

light, fresh air, or life could

Everything was isolated.

this was

it was a small

bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

feel that the air had

But what was this?

was this force

right hand and focused on

in the surroundings to enter his

an instant, something

began to

then, Shang lost control over his hand, and it just hung from his arm

move it, but it

it, but that was

His hand had died.

nervous or scared,

it was, but it felt profound

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything

but it also

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black and

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

hand was starting

just kept looking at

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

surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

that if he absorbed more, he would

Mana

Shang got

much of this

kind of Mana, what

ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very

his own Mana. In

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

and

Sure, he had put his will

confronted with something this mysterious, for some reason, he

like he