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

slowly turned his

that had once been Shang's body

attention to the hill he was

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

accumulated over the past century, and the

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

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

but right now, he could

nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a

light, fresh air, or life could enter from the

Everything was isolated.

this was

was like it was a small

was nothing bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

feel that the air had gained powerful

But what was this?

this force in the

right hand and focused on

some Mana in the

an instant, something happened to

to

lost control over his hand, and it

tried to move it, but

tried to heal it,

His hand had died.

scared,

what it was, but it

It felt mysterious.

experienced

Darkness, but it also

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black

decompose easily. After all,

hand was starting to

kept

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

focused on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up

he absorbed more,

Mana was

Shang

of this Mana

filled with this kind of Mana, what

absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he had done

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

absorbing Mana included the incorporation of Shang's will

of that, Shang's body and mind didn't

knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean

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

like he just didn't