It wasn't until she stepped into the Eternal Solitude Hall that Zhu Yu truly understood the meaning of divinit…
It wasn't until she stepped into the Eternal Solitude Hall that Zhu Yu truly understood the meaning of divinity. Some ascend to godhood to stand above all others. But the "River Masters" were greedier still. They sought, while still mortal, to fight fate itself from the heavens. Yu the Great, Li Bing, Wang Jing... Only those who dared defy the sky itself were worthy to become River Masters, the eternal sovereigns of water.
In this world, victory and defeat are always fair. Where there is triumph, there must also be failure; where something is lost, something else is gained. If the Dragon Kings of the Four Rivers' myths truly existed, then the Dragon King of this place must surely be the most wretched of them all. Zhu Yu glanced back at the "Dragon King" who only had one tail left. She tossed over a bottle of elixirs. It wasn't a panacea, but if it could ease a little of the dragon king's suffering, was that not reason enough? Following Zhang Yanqing's method, it wasn't long before the Dragon King recognized her as master.
The Storyteller speaks: the long-gone River Master reappeared during the Khitan retreat. He rode a dragon into battle, wielding his sword to command the waters. The muddy torrents rose into nine heavenly dragons, devouring warships to the east, shattering boats to the west, and drowning tens of thousands of Khitan soldiers, dragging them into oblivion!
"It wasn't nearly that dramatic," Zhu Yu chuckled, patting the Dragon King's head.
"You just looked so strange you scared them off." She tossed another bottle of elixirs.
The Dragon King grumbled in protest, flicked its fin to splash a few drops of water at her, then dove back beneath the surface, no longer willing to entertain the humor of its mischievous master.