Qingcheng, surrounded by mountains and rivers, wears gorgeous and noble clothes during the day, and begins the carnival of demons at night.
Qingjiang separates the world of humans and gods in one stroke. The ancient legend never ends here, and the young blood fills the emptiness and hunger of thousands of years.
This small county town in the central and western regions covers an area comparable to that of a first-tier city. Why is it still backward and dilapidated? A mysterious organization is stationed, and a group of young people are eyeing it. Why are they here?
Chen Fei: I once looked up to God, until the person I loved most fell down in front of me. Later I realized that in this fog, I was my own light.
Intention: Believing in oneself is the beginning of all miracles