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

he slowly turned his head to the

had once

to the

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

wasn't wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were

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

indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying

right now, he could feel something very profound in the

hill that had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain

of the light, fresh air, or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

was like this was a

was like it was

nothing bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

the

But what was this?

force in the

right hand and focused

in

instant, something happened

began to

hand, and it just hung from his

it, but it was

to heal it, but

His hand had died.

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

it was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

never experienced anything

but it also wasn't like

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black

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

was starting to

just kept

the next seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural

decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying

that if he absorbed more,

Mana was

then, Shang

this Mana had

had been filled with this kind of Mana,

Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he had done to his hand just

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

incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana

of that, Shang's body and mind

of this Mana. Sure, he had put his

was confronted with something this mysterious, for

like he just didn't