A low-grade, ordinary aptitude, born so humble as to be dust.
No heaven-defying talent, no powerful backing, and even staying in the sect is harder than climbing to the heavens.
All he has is an ancestral stone tablet, accompanying him as he quietly cultivates.
He does not show off, rush ahead, or overreach himself.
One step at a time, one cultivation at a time, steady and sure.
The world laughs that I am too mediocre. With my mortal bones, I will prove my way to immortality.
On this long, long path to becoming an immortal, watch an ordinary man carve out the supreme path.
