Cen Yan will not die.
No matter how fatal the injury is, the body will heal and recover after a period of time.
Ever since he survived the catastrophe thousands of years ago, he has been nailed to a cage of eternal life.
Relatives and friends will grow old and die, dynasties will overturn and collapse, and prosperous cities will turn into ruins. Only he will watch everything around him disappear again and again, remaining alone in the world.
He has no ambition to save the world, does not seek to hold power, and does not pursue any secret method to destroy eternal life.
He just walked among the mountains, rivers and land, watching people gather and part ways, watching the rise and fall of dynasties.
He has seen the bones of young and spirited generals being buried on the battlefield, he has seen the civilian scholar with his bright head and poor scriptures, he has seen the common people struggling to survive, and he has also seen the princes and nobles fall into the quagmire.
Over the course of thousands of years, countless people have passed by him, and their love, hatred, and grudges have all faded with time.
There is no unforgettable love, and there is no eternal confidant.
The immortal walks alone, in the rolling world of mortals, looking for the answer to his own survival.
Intention: When eternal life becomes endless shackles, the undead watch the world from generation to generation, looking for the meaning of existence itself, not indulging in love and hate, but only seeking their own destination.