In the lonely halls of the Frozen Halls Of Regrets, and before the draining pool of the Rivers of Tribulation stood a disheveled white dragon.
Her blue eyes glared intensely at the ancient river before she brought her gaze to the five Gods protecting it. Their frozen statues were at least two hundred feet in height, each ice statue placed at strategic places around the great and terrible Rivers of Tribulation.
Qing Yue sniffed as tears flowed nonstop from her glossy blue eyes.
She had been wronged beyond what words could say.
The white dragon fell to her knees before the entrance of a river of tribulations and before the frozen statues of the five primordial gods of the formless dimension. Hands clenched hard, her heart heavy with grief and this unbearable amount of hatred and jealousy she felt the need to call upon the Gods to come to her rescue and judge if it was indeed fair.
