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 at

then, he slowly turned

that had once

Shang's attention to the hill he was

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh

wasn't actually standing on the ground but on parts

stunk indescribably, and it was filled with

now, he could feel something very profound in

experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain

fresh air, or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

was like this was a small

was like it was a small

was nothing bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had gained powerful

But what was this?

this force in

right hand

some Mana in the surroundings to enter

an instant, something happened to Shang's

to

over his hand, and it just hung from his arm

move it, but it was

heal it, but that was

His hand had died.

reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and

know what it was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything

wasn't like Darkness, but it also wasn't like

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned

to remember that the bodies of such powerful people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of Shang's body parts were

his hand was starting

just kept looking

to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced

surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up

he absorbed more, he

surrounding Mana

Shang

of this Mana had he

filled with this kind

ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from

his own

absorbing Mana included the incorporation of Shang's will on

body and mind didn't decompose like

absorbed who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had

confronted with something this mysterious,

he just