Immortality: I Grow Infinitely in Infinite Life

My surname is Chen, and I don't know what my first name is. In the late Song Dynasty, I was Chen Mo. In the Yuan Dynasty, I was an unknown refugee. When I arrived in Japan, I was a ronin warrior named Hayato. In the Ming Dynasty, I was a general guarding one side... I don't know how long I lived. I just remember that when I was sixteen, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and even time stopped for me. I don't have the ability to die. If I get injured, I will feel pain. If I bleed too much, I will die. If I get tired, my strength will run out. Like everyone else, I struggle to survive in troubled times. It's just that when I look at the people around me, their green hair turns to snow and their cup of loess is filled with dirt, but I will always look like a young man. Later I realized that eternal life is not a gift, but a punishment. I was punished to tear apart my flesh and blood on the verge of life and death again and again, and replaced myself with stronger and stronger muscles and bones; I was punished to watch the dynasties change and the world gather and disperse, but I was not worthy of even a tombstone with my name engraved on it. I have traveled a long way and met many people, but I am still the same young man with nowhere to go.