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 looking at

he slowly turned

had once been Shang's

attention to the

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

had accumulated over the past century,

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

air stunk indescribably, and it was filled with

hadn't noticed it before, but right now, he could feel something

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

fresh air, or

Everything was isolated.

this

like it

nothing bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

could feel that the air had

But what was this?

force in

his right hand and

some Mana in the surroundings to enter

instant, something happened

began to

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

tried to move it, but

it, but that was also

His hand had died.

nervous or scared, and he just looked at his dead

it was, but

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything like

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

It was different.

seconds later, Shang's hand turned black and began

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

was starting

just kept

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

on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

he absorbed

Mana

then, Shang

much of this Mana had he

here had been filled with this kind

the ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different

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

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

and mind

who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will

was confronted with something this

he