The Twenty-Two Years of That Year Were Never Missed

In 2013, Chen Kai set off from a mining town in Tianshui, Gansu Province, and took a hard seat for thirty-one hours to arrive in Shanghai. Three years later, he met Deng Fan in the library of Shanghai University. They fell in love and believed in the future. But in the year of graduation, the housing prices in first-tier cities, his white-washed shirt in the eyes of her parents, and the dazzling string of numbers in his bank card all closed together like three walls. In the alley on a rainy night, he let go of her hand. Until that early morning, at the scene of a car accident on his way back from overtime work in Beijing, a dying old man thrust a torn volume of "The True Interpretation of Taixuan" into his arms. From then on, during the day he was a programmer on the thirty-seventh floor of the office building, and at night he was a cultivator breathing in and refining Qi. He didn't know that there was an entire thousand-year-old sect buried underground in this city; he didn't even know that the girl he thought was just his "ex-girlfriend" had the blood of the seven ancient aristocratic families in her body. He has a long way to go - from P5 to P9, from Qi training to the great road, from an office building to the Nine Heavens Sea of ​​Stars. But there is only one thing he has to do from beginning to end: **Take the loosened hand and hold it again. **