Rush Thousands of Miles

Under the boundless brocade woven by the stars, Xue Ping was running hard, as if being pushed by the invisible hand of fate, and as if he was escaping from some deep unknown. This bright and lonely starry sky is not a silent scenery, it is a flowing puzzle and a whispering theater. The stardust brushes past the fingertips like a spiritual stream, leaving a fleeting and strange imprint; the stream of light rushes into a river, and the giant beast comes stepping on the stars. The secret talisman with the same origin as the stardust flashes in the depths of its pupils, and rushes straight towards the heart-stopping huge shadow at the end of the horizon, like a mountain and a door. The struggle between Xue Ping and Guixu has just begun...