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

slowly turned his head

obelisk that had once been Shang's body had fallen

the hill

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

he wasn't actually standing on the

indescribably, and it was

but right now, he

experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a century in

fresh air, or life could enter

Everything was isolated.

like this was a

was like it was

bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the air had gained

But what was this?

this force in the

right hand

he willed some Mana in the

instant, something happened to Shang's

began to

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

to move it, but it

heal it, but that was also

His hand had died.

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

know what it was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything like this

but it also wasn't

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black and began to

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

his hand was starting to

kept looking at

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

on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept

that if he absorbed more, he would

Mana

then, Shang got a

much of this Mana had

this kind of Mana,

previously were very different from what he had done to his

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

of Shang's will on the Mana as the first

and mind didn't decompose like

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

was confronted with something this

like he just