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

slowly turned his head to

fleshy obelisk that had once been Shang's

the hill he

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

over the past century, and the pieces of flesh

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

indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying and

it before, but right now, he

suffering, and pain for a

of the light, fresh air, or life could enter from the

Everything was isolated.

this was

like it was

nothing bright,

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had gained

But what was this?

force

extended his right hand

Mana in the surroundings to enter

an instant, something

to

over his hand, and it just

tried to move it, but it was

it,

His hand had died.

scared, and he just

what it was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything

wasn't like Darkness, but

It was different.

turned

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

hand was starting to

kept looking at

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

the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying more and

feel that if he absorbed more,

Mana

Shang

of this Mana

everything in here had been filled with this kind of Mana,

the ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he had done to his hand just

his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using

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

and mind didn't decompose like

Mana. Sure, he had put

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

like he just