Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

After his “encounter” with the trio of unfortunate women, Wang Jian casually strolled out of their chamber, a depraved grin etched on his face.

His “efforts” had not been in vain, yielding him a satisfying haul of 1.5 Million Destiny Points.

It was a considerable amount, yet a mere fraction of what he needed to ascend to the coveted Immortal Realm.

As he pondered the Heavenly Court’s potential moves, Wang Jian sensed an impending threat. The Heavenly Court’s Immortal Realm experts, having entangled themselves in the ongoing battles, would likely devise a plan to strike the World Tree Elven Dominion once more.

The only factor currently staying the Heavenly Court’s hand was the looming menace of Jiang Chen and his formidable faction. The Heavenly Court, aware of this greater threat, hesitated to allocate its full resources against Wang Jian’s dominion nestled within the World Tree Elven Sanctuary.

However, the real deterrent lay in the immeasurable power emanating from the World Tree itself.

Wang Jian understood that, to dismantle his faction within the World Tree Elven Dominion, the Heavenly Court would need to commit its entire might.

The World Tree’s capabilities were beyond their comprehension, and the Heavenly Court was well aware that engaging in such an endeavor would be a perilous gamble.

The Heavenly Court recognized that the World Tree wasn’t just a colossal plant; it was a force to be reckoned with, a guardian that could unleash unimaginable power. Its presence served as an unyielding shield, dissuading the Heavenly Court from making any reckless moves.

Even with the Heavenly Vein of the World Tree Elven Dominion broken down into the Fountain of Essence, the World Tree itself remained a deity-like entity, intricately connected to the essence of the world.

Dealing with such a being would demand the Heavenly Court’s entire manpower and resources.

And at that moment, the Heavenly Court couldn’t afford to let Jiang Chen take advantage of the situation.

Jiang Chen, with his looming menace, wasn’t the sole threat to the Heavenly Court’s dominance. Another faction, led by Wang Hao and boasting the Divine Spirit of the War God, posed an additional danger. The War God, being a higher entity akin to Yu Qing, defied calculation or imagination by the Heavenly Court. The complexity of these threats had compelled the Heavenly Court to bide its time before launching an assault on Wang Jian’s faction.

This hesitation wasn’t exclusive to the Heavenly Court; other factions mirrored the same cautious approach. The delicate balance of power, though unconventional, managed to maintain a certain equilibrium. The Heavenly Court, with its formidable firepower and vast resources, held a dominant position.

Jiang Chen’s faction, led by the Ancient Devil, boasted unparalleled knowledge and abilities. The Ancient Devil’s strength, combined with his vast experience, made him a force to be reckoned with.

Wang Hao’s faction, armed with the Divine Spirit of the War God, represented an indomitable and powerful entity. The War God’s Divine Spirit held knowledge and perspectives that transcended imagination.

Wang Jian’s faction, anchored by the support of the World Tree, possessed the most mysterious entity in the world. The World Tree’s influence made it a wildcard, unpredictable and potent.

This complex power dynamic forced each faction to tread carefully, avoiding full-scale confrontations.

However, this intricate power balance faced an unexpected rupture, and surprisingly, none of the existing factions contributed to this shift.

The catalyst for this change was the emergence of otherworldly races yet unconquered by any of the current dominant factions.

Among these races were ancient beast clans, including the formidable Ancient Sabertooth Tiger, the colossal Mammoth, the mighty Mastodon, the indomitable Ancient White Rhino, and aquatic behemoths such as the menacing Megalodon, the majestic Blue Whale, and the elusive Great Kun.

In the skies soared ancient flying creatures like the resplendent Phoenix, the colossal Roc, the enigmatic Moon Ravens, the majestic Star Eagles, and the swift Earth Falcons.

Yet, it was the arrival of a particular beast clan that sent shockwaves throughout the world—the Prideful Draconic Clan. Unquestionably, the Heavenly Court feared this clan the most, and for good reason.

The Draconic Race held unparalleled potential among the Beast Race, once proud rulers of the world before the uprising of humans. What remained hidden from most humans, known only to the Heavenly Court’s higher-ups, was the pivotal role played by the World’s Essence and the World Tree in overthrowing and imprisoning the Draconic Clan within a minor world.

During that epoch-defining battle, the foremost human Immortal Realm expert, the Primordial Yin-Yang Immortal Supreme, sacrificed his life while wielding the formidable power of the Heavenly Vein.

This heroic act led to the defeat of the Draconic Clan and their subsequent confinement to a minor world, sealed not only by the World Tree but also by the Primordial Yin-Yang Immortal Dominion.

The unexpected appearance of the Draconic Clan in the world signaled a breach of both seals from the inside, an achievement deemed impossible, even by the foremost talents and experts of the humans over the period of time.

The first words echoed through the lips of the Prince of the Dragons, the sole inheritor of the mighty Supreme Dragon, the ancient ruler and the mightiest expert of the Draconic Race. He had led his kin out of the imprisonment that had confined them for untold centuries, and as they gazed upon the newfound mainland, the Prince couldn’t conceal the awe in his voice.

“…So, this is the mainland on which our ancestors used to rule. It certainly has richer and purer energy,” he murmured, his eyes reflecting the mix of fascination and determination.

The Draconic Clan, having emerged from the Minor World, stood at the precipice of a world they once called their own. The Prince, resplendent in his regal demeanor, surveyed the surroundings with an imperious gaze. Around him, the other dragons, each a majestic representative of their kind, marveled at the expansive landscapes and the vibrant energies coursing through the air.

The Prince continued, addressing his kin, “Our ancestors held dominion over this realm, and we shall reclaim what is rightfully ours. Let the otherworldly races and factions tremble before the might of the Draconic Clan!”

His proclamation resonated with the dragons, igniting a spark of fervor in their eyes. The Prince raised his head, and with a mighty roar that shook the heavens, he signaled the beginning of a new era for the Draconic Clan.

The dragons soared through the skies, their powerful wings casting majestic shadows over the land. The Prince, leading the way, felt a surge of nostalgia mixed with newfound determination. As they traversed the territories, they encountered the remnants of ancient ruins, once grand cities where the Draconic Race had ruled unchallenged. The Prince’s eyes narrowed as he observed the decay and the passage of time.

In the distance, the dragons spotted various factions and races. The Prince’s eyes glinted with a mix of curiosity and disdain. He had studied the accounts of his ancestors, and these new powers were inconsequential compared to the might of the Draconic Clan.

A group of cultivators, disciples of some immortal sect, attempted to stand against the approaching dragons. The Prince, amused by their futile efforts, addressed them, “Feeble beings, your struggles are in vain. We are the Draconic Clan, rulers of this realm in times immemorial. Kneel before your true masters!”

The disciples, overwhelmed by the imposing aura of the dragons, hesitated. One bold cultivator stepped forward, “We won’t submit to any tyrants, dragon or not!”

The Prince chuckled, “Bold words. Let me show you the difference in power.” With a flick of his massive tail, he unleashed a powerful gust of wind that sent the cultivators sprawling.

The dragons, hungry for their first taste of this newfound world, descended upon the group of cultivators with primal ferocity. The air echoed with the terrified screams of the disciples as the dragons swiftly consumed them. It was a gruesome feast for the Draconic Clan, marking the beginning of their conquest.

In response to the emergence of the Draconic Clan, the Heavenly Court mobilized its forces rapidly. Legions of powerful experts, including Saint Realm cultivators and formidable Immortal Realm experts, were dispatched to confront the draconic invaders. Fifteen Immortal Realm experts were among them, comprising two at the high-level, four at the mid-level, and the remainder at the low-level.

These high-level Immortal Realm experts were of an entirely different caliber compared to those Wang Jian had encountered in his recent battles. Even facing one of them would be a daunting challenge for Wang Jian, and the Heavenly Court seemed to be sparing no effort in dealing with this unexpected threat.

As the dragons continued their rampage, the Heavenly Court’s forces approached. The high-level Immortal Realm experts led the charge, exuding an aura of unparalleled power. The mid-level and low-level Immortal Realm experts followed closely behind, ready to engage the formidable Draconic Clan.

The Prince of the Dragons, sensing the approaching threat, turned his gaze toward the oncoming Heavenly Court forces. His eyes narrowed, assessing the strength of his adversaries. The dragons, having tasted victory, were not ones to back down easily.

The clash between the Draconic Clan and the Heavenly Court forces was imminent. The air crackled with tension as the two formidable powers prepared to collide. The high-level Immortal Realm experts from the Heavenly Court unleashed their profound techniques, creating a formidable display of power.

The Prince, undeterred, roared defiantly, signaling the dragons to meet the challenge head-on. Massive wings beat against the air as the Draconic Clan prepared to engage in a battle.

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