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

then, he slowly turned

obelisk that had once

the

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting to stack

noticed that he wasn't actually standing

it was filled

it before, but right now, he

blood, suffering, and pain for

fresh air, or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

was like this was a small

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?

force in the

his right hand and focused on

he willed some Mana in the surroundings to

something happened to

began to turn

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

to move it, but

heal it, but that was also

His hand had died.

or scared, and he just looked at his

was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

never experienced anything like this

but

It was different.

later, Shang's hand turned black and began

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

was starting

kept looking

seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids, and

focused on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept

feel that if he

Mana

Shang got a

this Mana

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

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

it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was

Mana included the incorporation of Shang's will on

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

much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his

something this mysterious, for some reason, he

was like he just