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

turned his head

once been Shang's body had

the hill he was

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

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

was filled with something terrifying

it before, but right now, he could feel something very

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

fresh air, or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

this

it

was nothing bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had gained powerful

But what was this?

force in

hand and

in the surroundings to

an instant, something

to

over his hand, and it just hung from his

to move it, but it

tried to heal it, but that was

His hand had died.

reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and

was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything like this

wasn't like Darkness, but it also wasn't like

It was different.

turned black

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

hand was starting

kept looking at

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

on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying more and

that if he absorbed more, he

surrounding Mana

Shang

this Mana had he

in here had been filled with this kind

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

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

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

and

how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it,

when Shang was confronted with something this

like he just didn't