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

had once been Shang's body had fallen

to the hill he was currently

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

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

air stunk indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying

noticed it before, but right now, he could feel

suffering, and

of the light, fresh air, or life

Everything was isolated.

this was a

it was a small

was nothing bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

feel that the air

But what was this?

force in

right hand

willed some Mana in

instant, something happened to

began to

over his hand, and it just hung from his

to move it, but

to heal it, but that was

His hand had died.

nervous or scared, and he just looked at

was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything

like Darkness, but it

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black and began to

easily. After

hand was

just kept looking

as

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

if he absorbed

Mana

then, Shang

of this Mana had

had been filled with this kind of Mana, what

which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from

in the surroundings without converting it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified

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

body and mind didn't

absorbed who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there was no

was confronted with something this mysterious,

was like he