Hundreds of Years of Cultivation

He is a mortal, an ascetic, who lives cautiously and works hard alone. The road is so long and the step is so short. He thinks that he will always reach the end as he walks. What about mortals? Since no one has ever reached the end, who can comment on what is right or wrong? Wisdom will not grow with time, nor will practice! Immortals live for thousands of years, and gods exist for thousands of years. Who has ever broken the shackles, and who dares to speak of eternal life? The eternal will decay, the finite gives life meaning. After hundreds of years of cultivation, he was born towards death. This is a story about a mortal cultivating immortality.