Lu Qing transmigrated to the primordial world, thinking he was about to reach the pinnacle of life.
But reality was another matter: he had none of the things a typical transmigrator gets, like a System, a golden finger, or a divine weapon.
He tried to find a powerful patron, but no one wanted him.
He wanted to cultivate, but his aptitude was mediocre.
Even the intelligence he took pride in didn’t seem all that impressive.
Ever since transmigrating, Lu Qing had been beaten down at every turn.
But he kept persevering and growing, all the way to the end of the primordial world.
