The hall that Xia Pingan was in at the moment occupied an area of several square kilometers. It was a huge circular hall, and the circular walls surrounding the hall were hundreds of meters tall. They looked like they were made of gold. On the walls, there were all kinds of pictures of wind, flowers, snow, moon, mountains, people, and strange beasts. Those pictures were not dead, but seemed to be alive. The water in the rivers, lakes, and seas also flowed slowly like mercury, and those people also had all kinds of movements. There were people pushing carts, drinking, plowing, reading, and practicing martial arts. There were all kinds of people. Even the plants on the wall would bloom and wither, and the wind would dance and the willows would move.
The dome of the hall was an endless starry sky. Countless suns, moons, and stars were like dazzling gems embellishing the starry sky, moving slowly.
