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

he slowly turned his head

had once been Shang's

attention to the hill he

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

actually standing

air stunk indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying and

noticed it before, but right now, he could feel

that had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and

or

Everything was isolated.

was like this was

it was a small

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had gained

But what was this?

force in

extended his right hand and

willed some Mana in the surroundings to

an instant, something happened to

began to turn

his hand, and it just

tried to move it, but it

it, but that was

His hand had died.

nervous or scared, and

know what it was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced

but

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned black and

had 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

just kept looking at

hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids,

as the decomposition slowly crept up his

if he absorbed more,

Mana

Shang

this

this kind of Mana, what effects did it have on

which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he had done

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

the incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana as the first

body and mind didn't

had put his will on it, but did that mean that

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

like he