When Lu Changsheng was sixteen, bandits massacred his village.
His parents died before his eyes, but he couldn't even die with them - because the wounds would heal before dawn, the arrows would be squeezed out of the body by flesh and blood, and even if he jumped from the cliff, he would wake up before landing.
He is immortal.
At first he thought it was a gift from God, but later he realized that it was the cruelest curse in the world.
He watched helplessly as the man he loved turned gray and took his last breath in his arms. He watched the friend of life and death burn his longevity, blocking a fatal blow for him, and said with a smile before he died: "It's worth it to get to know you, a monster." He watched the apprentice he raised by himself grow from a child to a powerful master, and finally closed his eyes in front of him.
Everyone is gone.
Only he remained.
Ten thousand years have passed, his name has become a legend, and his deeds have been written into ballads. But to him, those are not honors, they are tombstones one after another engraved with the names of his deceased friends.
Until one day, a being who had lived longer told him that your immortality was at the cost of the decay of heaven and earth.
All things fail because of you.
And you must end all this with your own hands.
This is a story about the Immortal.
About how he gained and lost again and again.
About how he finally found something more important than living after a long time.
