The Qing Xuan Realm remained as it had always been.
The central treasure hall was quiet and secluded, permeated by bone-chilling gusts of wind.
With no human presence, it was naturally like this.
Along both sides of the hall, Qing Xuan's subordinates had reverted to their statue forms, each frozen in a single pose, their imposing appearances solemn and dignified.
The throne atop the platform still radiated a blinding azure light.
Liu Yun returned to this place, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings as he tried to find differences from the hall deep within the Carefree Sea and, from there, seek a way to awaken his subordinates once more.
Liu Yun examined everything carefully, overlooking no corner.
After a while, his gaze settled upon the throne atop the platform.
After thoroughly inspecting the area, the only difference was the throne resting upon the platform.
It was not the azure light it emitted, but the pattern carved beneath it.
Beneath the throne in the central hall of the Qing Xuan Realm were carvings of nine coiling dragon patterns.
Beneath the throne in the hall deep within the Carefree Sea, however, was the Eight Phoenixes Dancing Gracefully Pattern.
"The difference between a dragon and a phoenix..."
Liu Yun pondered.
Suddenly, something occurred to him, and his eyes lit up. "Could it be... that the one presiding over the Carefree Sea hall was a woman?"
Dragons were masculine and yang, while phoenixes were feminine and yin. There was meaning even in the construction of a great hall.
"A woman... This woman must have been intimately connected to This Seat in my previous life. Otherwise, those subordinates would never have paid This Seat such respects."
"Who... was she?"
Liu Yun pondered.
"Right. The four consorts in my Qing Xuan Realm must know." Thinking of