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

turned his head

once been

Shang's attention to the hill

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting to

when Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing on

and it was filled with something

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

that had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain

of the light, fresh air, or life

Everything was isolated.

this was a

it

nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had gained

But what was this?

force

right hand

in the surroundings to enter

an instant, something

to turn

control over his hand, and it just hung from his arm

tried to move it, but

tried to heal it,

His hand had died.

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

was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything

like Darkness, but

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned black and

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

hand was starting

just kept

as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth,

the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying

could feel that if he absorbed more,

Mana

then, Shang got

much of this Mana had he

been filled with this kind of Mana, what

in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he had done

his own Mana. In essence, Shang was

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

Shang's body and mind didn't decompose like his

much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his

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

was like he just