After graduating with a college diploma in tourism management, he sent out fifty-eight resumes, and every single one disappeared into the void.
At twenty-three, Wu Xun figured he’d had more than enough bad luck, until the red cord around his left wrist, one he’d never been able to untie since childhood, suddenly began to burn.
Beneath Guizhou’s karst mountains lie rifts formed from “forgetting”: the Rift Gates. When a gate opens, memory-devouring Void Beasts crawl out. Ordinary people can’t see them, but the whole world forgets anyone they take.
His inherited identity as a “Gatekeeper” awakens against his will. Wielding the blue artifact “Xing,” Wu Xun fights monsters and seals gates across Guizhou’s mountains and rivers, shifting from sword to bow, then from bow to gun. In front of Jiaxiu Tower, he first transforms it into a sword. Deep in an ancestral shrine, he seals the Seventh Gate Master, who can speak like a human. Inside a subway station, he chases down a fleeing Void Beast in a cage of light made from throwing knives.
Even stranger, the other end of the red cord is connected to a girl studying far away in Xinjiang. In her dreams, she takes a fatal blow for him, while in the real world, he carves a path to safety for her. Her red cord can protect her now, and his long spear has finally been drawn.
But the “Master” on the other side of the gate says: the key will be reborn, and the red cord is a contract.
The previous holder of the key was sealed beneath the Ancestral Gate for eighty years. The look she gives Wu Xun makes it clear that she knows him.
The seven ancestral gates are beginning to loosen. The earth’s veins are flowing faster. The last words spoken to him in the depths of a nightmare by the old man dragged through the gate by his great-grandfather were
“You’re the only one who can find the way out.”
Wu Xun simply replied: I don’t care what kind of gate you are. I’ll find one, I’ll lock it.
The Rift Gates have opened. The Gatekeeper has returned.
