Ordinary Bones of the Great Wilderness

I am as tiny as dust, like a little boat. Her name is Sang. He likes to call me Dust. I asked the System that abandoned me: Can an ordinary body cultivate? No. Can an ordinary body train itself? No. Then what can an ordinary body do? It can split open the heavens and cleave the earth, and be hailed as invincible through the ages. Change without changing, awaken without awakening, A blade of grass accompanies the road to eternal life.