No Crossing

My name is Chang An. My fellow disciples say I'll never establish a foundation and will spend my whole life doing menial work in the outer sect. They don't know that I already tested it the day I was thrown off a cliff: I can't die. While others cultivate for one lifetime, I live ten. While others fight for the world, I fight to stay alive. The year Huo Jinghong climbed to the summit on my back, I was counting stones at the bottom of the cliff. By the time he became a legend, no one in the sect could remember what he looked like. I was still pulling weeds at his grave. Three hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years. I changed names and identities: I farmed medicinal herbs, set up formations, taught, led armies, and even sat on the dragon throne. I never wanted to beat anyone. I only wanted to live long enough to figure out one thing: why can't I die? Then one day, I discovered that someone was searching specifically for people like me. They were never after my life. They wanted my years.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.