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

slowly turned his head

that had once been Shang's body had

the hill

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting to stack on

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

it was

it before, but right now, he

hill that had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and

the light, fresh air, or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

was like this was a small

was like it was

bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

feel that the air

But what was this?

this force in the

his right hand and focused

Mana in the surroundings to enter

instant, something happened

began to

then, Shang lost control over his hand, and it just hung from his arm

it,

it, but that

His hand had died.

wasn't nervous or scared,

didn't know what it was, but it felt profound

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything like

wasn't like Darkness, but

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned black

people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of Shang's body

his hand was starting

kept looking at

vanish as the natural

as the decomposition slowly

if he absorbed more, he

Mana

then, Shang

much of this Mana had he

with this kind of Mana, what effects

were very different from

without converting it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified

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

Shang's body and mind

had still absorbed who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on

confronted with something this mysterious, for some reason, he

like he