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

that had once been Shang's body had

to the hill he

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

actually standing on the ground but on parts of

air stunk indescribably, and it was filled

before, but right now, he could feel something very profound in

blood, suffering,

or life could

Everything was isolated.

like this was a small

it was a

nothing bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air

But what was this?

this force in the

hand and focused

Mana in the surroundings to enter his

something happened to

to turn

Shang lost control over his hand,

it,

tried to heal it,

His hand had died.

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

it was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

never experienced anything like this

like Darkness, but

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned black

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

was

just kept looking at

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

surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying

feel that if he absorbed

Mana was

then, Shang got a

of this Mana had he

with this kind of Mana, what effects did it

which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from

surroundings without converting it to his own Mana. In

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

of that, Shang's body and

of this Mana. Sure, he had put his

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

like he