Below the phoenix tail, all manner of gemstones adorned it. Upon the phoenix head, countless inscriptions had been carved—a true labor of painstaking effort.
Then there was the court robe beneath the crown.
The court robe was primarily yellow, accented with gold.
The gold and yellow bore true void and true wind, while the hanging hem below was engraved with true patterns of myriad longevity, myriad blessings, and the like.
The entire court robe was grand and dignified, naturally wreathed in an air of honor and splendor.
Further down were azure boots, their edges adorned with gold trim.
Pure gold boots would have been too eye-catching.
Azure boots with gold trim were instead the finest match.
Beyond her garments, there was also the woman's face.
Her fair complexion, refined by exquisite makeup, looked breathtakingly beautiful.
Her phoenix eyes opened, and wherever she looked, the whole world seemed to bow in worship.
Her willow-leaf brows were like blades, carrying an innate air of nobility.
Her hair was coiled beneath the court crown, and her crimson-red lips were like fresh blood.
She looked truly young.
Yet within that youth was a bearing that did not belong to someone of her age.
"Greetings, Old Madam."
When countless people knelt, the Old Madam did not reply. Instead, she descended step by step from the treasure ship.
Her footsteps were light, yet none of the countless people dared lift their heads to look at her.
With every step she took, strange phenomena appeared between heaven and earth: blue lotuses illuminating the world, ancient trees reaching the heavens, morning bells and evening drums, the sun and moon paying homage.
At last, when the Old Madam descended step by step,
she did not look at the crowd, nor did she even turn back. She simply walked calmly