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 at

he slowly turned his head to the

obelisk that had once

Shang's attention to the hill

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

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

and it was filled

it before, but right now, he could feel something

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

light, fresh air, or life could enter

Everything was isolated.

was like this

like it was a

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

could feel that the

But what was this?

was this force in the

his right hand and

some Mana in the surroundings to enter his

instant, something happened to

to turn

over his hand, and

move it, but

to heal it,

His hand had died.

or scared, and he just

was, but

It felt mysterious.

never experienced anything

like Darkness, but it also

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned black and

powerful people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of Shang's body parts were still on the hill, and they

hand was starting

kept looking

Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it

decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

he absorbed

Mana was

then, Shang got a

of this Mana had

here had been filled with this kind of Mana, what effects

Mana previously were very different from what he had done to

to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using

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

Shang's body and mind didn't

knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there was

was confronted with something this mysterious, for

he just didn't