My Diary of Cultivating Immortals

Tens of thousands of years have passed since I became a powerful cultivator of immortality, and my lifespan is still so vibrant and never exhausted! I have become an old monster! I don't know what the meaning of my existence is? I'm very lonely, I don't have any friends, there are just a bunch of greedy people who want to get any benefit from me. I often stay alone in a cave for hundreds of years in a daze. If I could practice immortality all over again, would I still be so lonely? It wasn't until I accidentally cleaned a cave treasure that only belonged to me and dug out the thick yellowed diary that I suddenly remembered that when I was a young monk, I still had the habit of writing a diary. I found a corner at random, opened the diary, and my thoughts fell into a long memory... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.