The Fusang Hall was clearly divided between day and night, with one half in daylight and the other in darkness.
On the side bathed in daylight, the scorching sun hung overhead, radiating unbearable heat and releasing Solar Divine Fire reaching over thirty thousand degrees.
This was where Xi He practiced the Solar Divine Fire, and it also served as the Fusang Hall's protective wall of flame.
With the Solar Divine Fire here, no one with sense would dare enter recklessly.
After all, even a Heavenly Dao Saint would have trouble resisting the Solar Divine Fire.
Once the Solar Divine Fire was cultivated to its peak, even a Heavenly Dao Saint who fell into it and was burned would either die or be severely injured. Even if they did not turn to ashes, they would certainly lose a layer of skin.
If even a Heavenly Dao Saint would end up like that, what about ordinary people?
The other side was shrouded in night. Darkness sloped down like a curtain, with endless stars speckling its depths.
The starry sky stretched boundlessly. Flecks of silver-white starlight fell upon Fusang Hall, outlining its clear silhouette and adding a touch of lonely chill and wintry cold.
Under the bright moonlight, Xi He wore a plain silver-white gown. Accompanied by specks of starlight, she resembled a silver-white elf wandering among the stars.
After changing into her everyday clothes, Xi He had shed the majesty and solemnity she displayed in formal attire. She was less overbearing and aloof, yet more delicate, gentle, and considerate.
Her graceful figure was as supple and slender as a willow, striking Di Jun's heartstrings hard and hooking his soul away.
Beneath her thin gauze robe, Xi He's creamy jade-like skin could be seen faintly. Adorned by the endless starlight, it looked even