The Dao-Dust of the Primordial Beginning

Spiritual energy is scarce in the Cangwu Realm, and one's spiritual roots determine one's path.

Ye Qi, an orphan from Luoyun Village, has four flawed spiritual roots. In everyone else's eyes, he was born a good-for-nothing.

He has no ancestral treasure, and no powerful protector watching over him.

He must draw in qi and temper his meridians, refine them and overcome inner trials, then condense his essence and withstand tribulation lightning. Every step is a trial, and every trial is a gamble with his life.

The immortal sects are hypocritical, fellow cultivators are faithless, heavenly tribulations are merciless, and inner demons wait for a chance to strike.

While others ride their talent to the top, he can only fight his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, clawing out a sliver of hope in the face of despair.

Nine mortal realms, six Great Void realms, four Primordial realms.

The Great Dao has never favored an insignificant nobody. So he will spend a hundred years in hard cultivation, grinding away his shackles, and use his mortal bones to knock on the source of the Primordial Dao.

Even a speck of dust can ascend to immortality. Only through painstaking cultivation can one prove the Dao.