Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 804: Wang Jian's Return To the Great Cosmos



The opulent grandeur of the Royal Palace of Spain seemed to fade into insignificance as Wang Jian stood at the balcony, overlooking the expansive gardens bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. The cool evening breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city. His eyes, however, were not focused on the beauty before him but on the vast, invisible web of influence that now spread across the entire world.

With the USA and Russia under his control, Wang Jian had effectively conquered the globe. His influence was no longer confined to the shadows but permeated every corner of the world, every strata of society. He could do whatever he wanted, and the world would bend to his will. The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying, a heady mix of power and responsibility that only a few could ever fathom.

As he stood there, a strange and familiar pull tugged at his soul. It was a sensation he had felt before, a call from a place beyond the physical realm, a summons that could not be ignored. The pain was sudden and intense, a searing heat that ripped through his being, tearing his soul from his body. He gasped, his vision blurring as he was pulled into a vortex of swirling colors and chaotic energy.

The wormhole was a maelstrom of light and sound, a dizzying journey through time and space. Wang Jian felt his consciousness stretched thin, his soul buffeted by the relentless forces of the cosmos. It was a journey that seemed to last an eternity, a tumultuous voyage through the unknown.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. Wang Jian found himself standing in a vast, empty expanse, the air thick with an otherworldly energy. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the strange new environment. Before him stood a figure, a mirror image of himself, seated in the lotus position, deep in meditation.

As he approached the meditating figure, a wave of memories washed over him. He remembered sitting down to meditate, his goal the elusive Divine Ascension Realm. He remembered the regrets that had plagued him, the unfinished business that had haunted his dreams. And he remembered the pull, the summons that had sent his soul hurtling through the cosmos, back to Earth, back to his original body.

Wang Jian looked down at the meditating figure, a sense of awe and reverence washing over him. This was his body, his true form, the vessel that had carried him through countless battles and tribulations. And now, it was time to return, to reclaim his place in the world, to fulfill his destiny.

As he merged with his body, a surge of power washed over him. He felt his consciousness expand, his senses sharpening, his body humming with an energy that was both familiar and new. He opened his eyes, and the world seemed to shift beneath him, the very fabric of reality bending to his will.

Wang Jian spread his Divine Sense across the galaxy, his consciousness expanding like a tidal wave, sweeping across planets, stars, and galaxies. He was shocked by the sheer magnitude of his power, the raw, untamed energy that coursed through his veins. He could feel the pulse of the cosmos, the ebb and flow of life, the interconnected web of existence.

As he looked within his inner world, he saw his collection of beauties, his harem. The sight filled him with a mix of joy and longing. Nearly hundreds of years had passed while he was meditating to reach the Divine Ascension Realm, but fortunately, the time that passed by in his minor world was slow, only a few years had passed by.

He entered the minor world, his footsteps echoing through the vast expanse. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the distant sound of laughter. He approached the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, his heart pounding with anticipation. Inside, he found Palace Mistress Cui Lan and the sexy beauties of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, their faces lighting up with joy at his arrival.

"Wang Jian!" Cui Lan exclaimed, her voice a melody of happiness and relief. "You're back!"

Wang Jian smiled, his eyes roaming over their voluptuous forms. "Indeed, I am. And I have missed you all dearly."

The next few weeks were a blur of passion and pleasure. Wang Jian spent his time fucking hundreds, if not thousands, of his women, satiating their sexy, voluptuous bodies. He moved from one chamber to the next, his desires insatiable, his hunger for pleasure unyielding.

He visited his own wives, their bodies yielding to his touch, their moans filling the air. He sought out the sexy milfs, their mature forms a testament to their experience and allure. He even paid a visit to Fen Shuying's mother, Lady Xia, her voluptuous body a canvas of pleasure and desire.

The days and nights melted into a symphony of moans and cries of ecstasy. Wang Jian's desires were relentless, his body a tempest of passion. He fucked each member of his harem with a fierce intensity, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their bodies.

Amidst the chaos of pleasure, Wang Jian found a sense of fulfillment, a satisfaction that went beyond the physical. He had conquered the world, and now he was reclaiming his place in the cosmos, his power and influence unmatched.

But even as he reveled in his conquests, Wang Jian knew that his work was not yet done. There was still a world to shape, a future to forge. He gathered his harem, their faces a mix of adoration and anticipation.

"My beauties," he said, his voice commanding yet gentle. "It is time for us to emerge back into the cosmos. The world awaits our return."

The women exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The sect mistresses and those with great factions within Wang Jian's minor world were eager to return to the cosmos, their hearts filled with a mix of anticipation and longing.

Wang Jian spread his Divine Sense once more, his consciousness expanding across the galaxy. He reached into his minor world, his hands gripping planets, stars, and even galaxies. With a surge of power, he pulled them out, placing them in the empty expanse of the cosmos of the real world.

The disruption was immediate and cataclysmic. The balance of the entire cosmos was shattered, the very fabric of reality trembling beneath the force of Wang Jian's power. The tremors were felt across the Eastern Cosmos, Western Cosmos, Southern Cosmos, and Northern Cosmos. Although the disruption was centered in the Eastern Cosmos, its effects were far-reaching, rippling through the cosmos like a tidal wave.

Experts across the cosmos felt the tremors, their minds racing with a mix of fear and wonder. The sudden appearance of new planets, stars, and galaxies was a phenomenon that defied explanation, a mystery that would shape the future of the cosmos.

But Wang Jian was not concerned with the shockwaves of his actions. His focus was on the world before him, the cosmos that now bent to his will. He stood at the helm, his power unmatched, his influence unrivaled. The future was a canvas, and he was the artist, ready to paint a picture of power, pleasure, and dominance.

As the shockwaves of Wang Jian's cosmic upheaval rippled through the fabric of reality, the

entire cosmos trembled under the magnitude of his actions. The power he unleashed by pulling stars, planets, and galaxies from his minor world into the real cosmos was unprecedented. The act was not only a testament to his unparalleled might but also a proclamation to the universe: Wang Jian had returned.

In the Eastern Cosmos, where human factions dominated, the reaction was immediate and chaotic. Sect leaders and patriarchs of great cultivation families gathered in emergency councils to address the anomaly. The Radiant Sun Sect, one of the most powerful factions controlling a cluster of stars known as the Celestial Flame Belt, convened its Council of Elders. Sect Master Yu Zhentian, a figure of immense authority whose cultivation was at the peak of the Divine Ascension Realm, stood at the head of the assembly. His voice resonated with both anger and unease as he addressed the elders.

"The balance of the cosmos has been shattered," Yu Zhentian declared, his golden robes shimmering with an aura of fiery power. "This is no natural phenomenon. Someone, or something, has the ability to move entire celestial bodies. We must determine who dares to disrupt the order of the Eastern Cosmos."

The Imperial Jade Family, rulers of the Jade Heavens Cluster, sent their fleet of Void Dragon Ships to investigate the new celestial formations. Their leader, Empress Li Meiyue, a woman of unparalleled beauty and power, gazed at the shifting constellations from her throne. Her emerald eyes gleamed with intrigue. "The one responsible for this must possess power greater than any of us. We cannot afford to act rashly."

Meanwhile, in the Western Cosmos, the Astral Spirits and Starlords viewed the upheaval with

a mixture of curiosity and dread. Among them, the Luminary Court of Stars, a coalition of the most powerful Starlords, held a meeting in the resplendent halls of the Celestial Nexus, a massive structure orbiting a pulsar. High Luminary Altair, a Starlord with an aura of starlight radiating from his very being, addressed the court.

"The galaxies shifted into existence bear an unfamiliar resonance," Altair mused, his voice calm but commanding. "It is as if an entire reality was woven into our cosmos. Whoever did this wields the power of creation itself."

The Astral Spirits, ethereal beings tied to the very stars, were equally disturbed. Their

matron, Solara, who embodied the essence of a massive blue star, shimmered with a fiery radiance as she addressed her kin. "This disruption threatens the harmony of the starfield. We must uncover the force behind it before it jeopardizes our existence."

Far to the north, in the territories dominated by the Devil Race, the reaction was more

visceral. The infernal skies of the Crimson Abyss Cluster crackled with dark energy as the Archdevil Balzareth, a hulking figure wreathed in black flames, snarled in anger. "This power dares to challenge the dominion of the Devil Race? We will not stand idly by!"

Balzareth's court, composed of devil generals and overlords, prepared for war. The emergence of new celestial bodies in their territories was seen as a direct affront, a challenge

to their supremacy. Whispers of an ancient rival returning to reclaim the cosmos filled their

infernal halls.

In the Southern Cosmos, the Corrupt Dragon Clan viewed the upheaval with a mix of disdain

and hunger. The Draconic Sovereign, Vorthak the Corrupt, lounged on his throne of bone and gold, his scales shimmering with an oily black sheen. The galaxies Wang Jian had brought into

existence lay perilously close to the Southern Cosmos, and Vorthak's crimson eyes glimmered with avarice.

"This power..." Vorthak hissed, his forked tongue flickering. "It reeks of something ancient, something divine. Perhaps this is a sign that the cosmos itself seeks new rulers."

The Corrupt Dragon Clan began mobilizing their legions, their sights set on claiming the new

celestial bodies as their own. Vorthak, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Divine Ascension Realm, prepared to lead the charge personally.

Amidst the turmoil, Wang Jian stood at the epicenter of it all, his Divine Sense extending far

and wide. He observed the reactions of the cosmos with a calm, calculating gaze. Each ripple of power, each tremor of fear or ambition, was a thread in the vast tapestry he now controlled.

His harem, the women who had stood by him in his minor world, gathered around him, their expressions a mix of admiration and determination.

"My lord," Palace Mistress Cui Lan said, her voice filled with reverence, "the world reacts to your return as it should. They tremble before your might."

Wang Jian smiled faintly, his gaze distant. "They tremble, but they do not yet understand.

This is only the beginning."

He turned his attention back to the cosmos, his mind racing with possibilities. The human

factions of the Eastern Cosmos would undoubtedly seek to challenge his power, driven by their pride and fear of losing control. The Astral Spirits and Starlords of the Western Cosmos would attempt to understand his actions, their curiosity tempered by caution. The Devil Race

of the Northern Cosmos would see him as an enemy to conquer, their nature leaving no room for diplomacy. And the Corrupt Dragon Clan of the Southern Cosmos... they would covet his power, their greed driving them to reckless action.

Wang Jian's voice was calm but resolute as he addressed his harem. "We will not cower before

these factions. The cosmos will learn to respect our might. Gather our forces, prepare for war if necessary. But first, we will let them come to us. Let them show their intentions."

His women nodded, their loyalty unwavering. They were not mere consorts; they were

leaders, warriors, and strategists in their own right. Together, they would reshape the cosmos in Wang Jian's image.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As the factions of the cosmos scrambled to respond to the upheaval, the stage was set for a confrontation unlike any other. Wang Jian had returned, and the cosmos would never be the same again.