Yin Yang Festival

What Huang Yukun is best at in his life is "counterattack". Born in a rural area, he entered a key university on his own, and then climbed from the grassroots level to the middle level of a state-owned enterprise. Thirty-seven years old, with a successful career and a wife and children by his side - he turned a bad hand of cards into a winner in life. Then one weekend afternoon, he performed nunchucks for his two sons. Flying in the air, changing hands, combos - a wrong move, the end of the stick hit the back of the head. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a mass grave, possessed by the corpse of a fifteen-year-old homeless boy. There is no system, no panel, no cheats. Only the nunchaku under his palm, which had been with him for fifteen years, had now become a living weapon "Yin Yang Jie" that was completely black. There are only four martial arts engraved in the bones - Bajiquan, Sanda, Tai Chi and Nunchuk. There are only things that have been honed in thirty-seven years of life: optimism, pragmatism, and the courage to bear the cost after thinking about it clearly. From the Graveyard to Zhongzhou College, from the Endless Continent to the Universe, from the Immortal Realm to the Divine Realm to the Origin Center. His goal from beginning to end is only one: to return home. **But every step is a race against time - one day in the divine realm, ten thousand years in the mortal world. His partners in the mortal world will grow old one after another as he pursues his goal. He knows. He accepted. "The warmth of the mortal world is real, but it is the warmth of the road, not the destination." This is the most sober choice for a thirty-seven-year-old middle-aged man. What he doesn't know is that the ultimate secret of the universe is a baby who has never learned to "share".