Mortal: Refining Weapons for Immortality

Forging iron grants lifespan, one day for eight. Birth, aging, sickness, and death—in Lin Changqing's eyes, these became a cycle of life and death. Life has always been precious; a single moment can end it all. Whenever he saw his remaining lifespan dwindling, he couldn't help but feel panicked. Seeing his close friends and acquaintances perish one by one on the path to immortality, Lin Changqing no longer wished to take risks. He only wanted to cultivate his mind and body, patiently awaiting the passage of time, experiencing the scars of immortality. Decades later, Han Li: Senior Brother Lin, you've actually reached Foundation Establishment! Congratulations! A hundred years later, Han Li: Senior Brother Lin, you've reached Core Formation! Congratulations! Hundreds of years later, Han Li: Senior Brother, how come you're still here? I'm the one who has the little green bottle! A thousand years later, Han Li: Senior Brother, long time no see.