Song Wuhuang was recognized as a "waste" by the Qingyun Sect's outer sect - he had been stuck at the third level of Qi training for seven years. He was timid and afraid of getting into trouble. He always smiled when he saw everyone and had a standard rabbit temper. Everyone in the sect regarded him as a laughing stock and a punching bag, and even the big yellow dog in the kitchen dared to show his teeth at him. But no one knew that this gentle and almost cowardly young man had the only "true waste" destiny sealed in his body. He seemed to be useless, but in fact he could absorb all the "fake talents" in the world - the more he pretended to be a genius, the more his true form would appear in front of him.
Until one day, the extraordinary "genius junior brother" who is said to be seen once in a thousand years appeared, and stars held the moon, and visions fell from the sky. Song Wuyang suddenly smiled kindly and said, "Be good, call me master." Everyone thought he was crazy. But in the next second, the so-called "genius" knelt down on the spot, with tears streaming down his face: "Disciple... Pay homage to the master!"
It turns out that Song Wuxu is not a loser - he is just "waste" so real that everyone in the world thinks he is fake. In this world, everyone is playing the role of a genius, but he has been playing the role of a loser all his life, and finally he plays the role of the ancestor of everyone. Facing an unfathomable "natural disaster", how can a timid good man poke a hole in the sky with gentleness?
