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

then, he slowly turned his head to the

fleshy obelisk that had once been Shang's

Shang's attention to the hill he was

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

past century, and the pieces of flesh

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

and it was filled

he

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

air, or life could enter from the

Everything was isolated.

this was a small

it was a

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the air had gained powerful

But what was this?

was this force in

extended his right hand

some Mana in the

something happened

began to

hand, and it just hung from

move it, but

heal it, but

His hand had died.

nervous or scared, and he just

was, but it felt profound

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything like this

but it also

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black

the bodies of such powerful people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of

was

kept looking

began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced

the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying

that if he absorbed more, he

Mana was

Shang got a

much of this

had been filled with this kind of

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

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

incorporation of Shang's will

body and mind didn't

he had put his will on it, but

something this mysterious, for some reason,

was like he