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

then, he slowly turned his head to the

fleshy obelisk that had once been Shang's body had

Shang's attention to the hill he was currently

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing

indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying and

it before, but right now, he could feel something very

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

or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

like this was

it was a small

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

feel that the air had gained

But what was this?

this force

extended his right hand and

he willed some Mana in the surroundings

instant, something

began to turn

over his hand, and it just

it,

to heal it,

His hand had died.

some reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and

what it was, but

It felt mysterious.

never experienced

like Darkness, but it also wasn't like

It was different.

turned black

decompose easily. After all, all

hand was starting to

just kept

seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids, and

slowly crept up his arm, destroying

he absorbed more, he

Mana

then, Shang got a

this Mana

with this kind of Mana,

absorbed Mana previously were very different from

it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified

incorporation of Shang's will on

of that, Shang's body and

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

when Shang was confronted with something this mysterious, for some reason, he still felt

like he