Sword God in a World of Magic

The Judgment Palace never stopped.

Every second, without fail, they would send in the next Archmage to die.

Shang kept focusing on comprehending the level four Concept of Death, but even while constantly dying, it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.

One month after it started, around three million Archmages had already died in Shang's territory.

The entire ground had already been transformed into a literal ocean of blood, and only a couple of mountains poked out of the ocean.

Rotting guts and pieces of human bodies could be seen floating inside the ocean.

Yet, there were no insects or scavengers present.

The density of Death Mana already didn't allow such weak beings to exist.

Shang sat on one of those mountains, but the blood was already starting to touch his legs when there were higher waves.

This ocean wasn't nearly as smooth as the real ocean.

No, this ocean was chunky, muddy, and disgusting.

It was like someone had filtered the majority of the water out of a sewage pipe and filled a pool with everything that remained.

Except that this was redder but also not really that red since the coagulated blood turned black.

The ocean of blood even had a thin black skin.

All in all, it was quite unpleasant.

Another month later, no piece of land could be seen anymore.

Naturally, all the living beings, except for Shang, had also died already.

Shang hadn't moved and was completely surrounded by the blood.

He already needed to filter out the Death Mana that was trying to enter his body and mind.

Not doing anything wouldn't immediately result in his death, but it would slowly poison him over a long time.

actually had to put some effort into

but

reminded of when he had been trying

had felt very similar back

the level four Concept of Death

Palace's plan, Shang couldn't train inside his inner world

the outside world consumed literally all

mind was being altered

was doing his very best to filter out all the Death Mana, his filter wasn't perfect

and mind were consuming slight bits of Death Mana without him wanting

Shang was starting to lose more life energy than he

already sacrificed

the other Empires had built around Shang's barrier kept forcing the blood

Archmages entered and

they didn't even need to

they entered, the Death Mana would kill them faster than they could kill

Death Mana kept consuming more

consumed, it became more

the Death Mana had taken on very strange

of Death Mana back when he had trained in his own little Pit of Death, but he had

in here had…

Changed?

wasn't certain what the right word

less

Shang felt like all the dead Archmages were trying

souls that

were combining to create some kind of primordial force that wanted to end all

was not allowed

the difference between his little Pit of Death and a real

Death Mana here were incomparable

might have been enough for Shang to comprehend the first two Concepts of Death, but it wouldn't have been enough to teach

felt very similar to the Death Mana he had experienced after his longevity had run

how it felt to

living into the realm of the dead, which was exactly how

His life was ending.

pulled away from