The Artist.

Everyone in this world is born with a gift. Something entirely unique to them, even if the difference is only slight.

Controlling shadows, communicating with animals, teleportation, flying, cloning, the amount are endless. Bound to your soul, there will never be another like you in this world.

However.

A world like this would be a transmigrators worst nightmare, would it not? The road to cultivation cut off before you can even start. The only talent, the ability to put ink to a page and make a blank canvas speak of all the pain you've been through.

What would a world like this, do to an artist?

Or rather, what could an artist do in a world like this?