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nShang looked at his body and realized that there was still a bit to go.

nHowever, this time, it no longer seemed impossible to comprehend Void Casting.

nShang was already 80% done.

nOnly about 40 more years.

nOnly two or three more sessions in the Isolation Chamber.

nThen, he would finally comprehend Void Casting.

nYet, Shang only absentmindedly focused on nothing.

nHe was just standing in the Isolation Barrier, doing nothing.

nHe wasn’t training.

nHe wasn’t thinking.

nHe was just there.

nThat was it.

nHe just didn’t care anymore.

nTraining was so exhausting.

nMoving was so exhausting.

nThinking was so exhausting.

nHe just didn’t want to anymore.

nHis past was suffering.

nHis present was suffering.

nHis future was suffering.

nWhy suffering?

nWhy did it always have to be suffering?

nWhy did the world put him through so much suffering?

nIn Shang’s mind, there was no way out of this suffering.

nIt couldn’t be stopped.

nAs long as he lived, he would continue to suffer.

nWhat was the point?

n…

nShang just kept looking at nothing.

nAnd then, he slowly turned his head to the side.

nA fleshy obelisk that had once been Shang’s body had fallen over.

nThis drew Shang’s attention to the hill he was currently on.

nFlesh.

nBlood.

nOrgans.

nThe Isolation Barrier wasn’t wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting to stack on top of each other.

nThat was when Shang noticed that he wasn’t actually standing on the ground but on parts of his old bodies.

nThe air stunk indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying and dangerous.

nShang hadn’t noticed it before, but right now, he could feel something very profound in the air.

nA hill that had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a century in complete isolation.

nNone of the light, fresh air, or life could enter from the outside.

nEverything was isolated.

nIt was like this was a small world.

nIt was like it was a small hell.

nThere was nothing bright, positive, or happy here.

nAnd the air…

nIt was… strange…

nShang could feel that the air had gained powerful properties.

nBut what was this?

nWhat was this force in the air?

nShang extended his right hand and focused on it.

nThen, he willed some Mana in the surroundings to enter his hand.

nIn an instant, something happened to Shang’s hand.

nIt began to turn grey.

nAnd then, Shang lost control over his hand, and it just hung from his arm lifelessly.

nShang tried to move it, but it was impossible.

nShang tried to heal it, but that was also impossible.

nHis hand had died.

nYet, for some reason, Shang wasn’t nervous or scared, and he just looked at his dead hand.

nHe didn’t know what it was, but it felt profound and grand.

nIt felt mysterious.

nShang had never experienced anything like this before.

nIt wasn’t like Darkness, but it also wasn’t like Entropy.

nIt was different.

nSome seconds later, Shang’s hand turned black and began to decompose.

nOne had to 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 they hadn’t decomposed.

nYet, his hand was starting to decompose.

nShang just kept looking at it.

nOver the next seconds, Shang’s hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids, and gasses.

nShang focused on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying more and more.

nHe could feel that if he absorbed more, he would die.

nThe surrounding Mana was dangerous.

nAnd then, Shang got a thought.

nHow much of this Mana had he absorbed?

nIf everything in here had been filled with this kind of Mana, what effects did it have on him?

nOf course, the ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he had done to his hand just now.

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

nShang’s natural process of absorbing Mana included the incorporation of Shang’s will on the Mana as the first step.

nBecause of that, Shang’s body and mind didn’t decompose like his arm.

nYet, Shang had still absorbed who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there was no effect?

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

nIt was like he just didn’t care.

nIt was too exhausting.

nA moment later, Shang heard something, and he looked down.

nHis right cheek had turned into black liquid that was dripping down onto his decomposing chest.

nShang absentmindedly watched his face slowly start to decompose.

nHis chest had already halfway turned to a grey and black mud-like substance with several holes in it, and even Shang’s leg started to slowly vanish.

nShang’s body wasn’t healing, and his life energy was vanishing.

nBut Shang didn’t think anything of it.

nIt was like nothing unusual was happening.

nThis was just more suffering.

nWhat difference was there between his body decomposing and consuming a Furnace Pill?

nWho cares?

nShang just didn’t care anymore.

nIt wasn’t important what was happening.

nLife, death, happiness, sadness, pain, relief, who cares?

nAll of that was just the same.

nIt was exhausting.

nAll of this was just so exhausting.

nShang’s body fell over as his right leg collapsed into decomposing mud.

nSo what?

nStanding or lying didn’t make a difference.

nEverything was the same.

nNothing was important.

nThe decomposition continued traveling across Shang’s body, and it even started to reach his mind.

nThe further it continued, the more exhausting everything seemed to Shang.

nHe was just so tired.

nHe just didn’t care anymore.

nWhatever would happen would happen.

nIt didn’t matter.

nJust let it continue.

nAnd slowly, Shang just stopped thinking.

nHe just silently continued decomposing.

nIt didn’t matter.

nNothing mattered.

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