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

then, he slowly turned his head to the

that had once been Shang's body had fallen

drew Shang's attention to the

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

wasn't wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century,

actually standing on the ground but on parts of his

and it was filled

but right now, he

had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a

fresh air, or

Everything was isolated.

like this was a small

was like it

bright, positive, or

And the air…

It was… strange…

the

But what was this?

force in

extended his right hand

willed some Mana in the surroundings to

an instant, something happened to Shang's

began to

control over his hand, and

to move it, but it

heal it, but that was

His hand had died.

for some reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and he just looked at

was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything

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

It was different.

turned black

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

hand was starting

just kept looking

the next seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the

focused on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his

he absorbed more, he

Mana was

then, Shang got

this

been filled with this kind of

the ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were

without converting it to his own Mana. In

of

and mind

Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there

this mysterious, for some

like he just didn't