Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Elf Queen Ilyndra, realizing the imminent danger posed by the Barbarian Race’s Immortal Dominion, swiftly tapped into the ancient connection she shared with the majestic trees surrounding her.

The forest responded to her call, the ancient trees bending to her will like loyal subjects.

With a wave of her hand, she commanded the towering giants to weave together, forming a colossal dome of pure ancient wood essence.

She channeled the very essence of the World Tree, drawing strength from the interconnected web of roots that spread throughout the World Tree Elven Dominion.

This infusion of power amplified her abilities to unprecedented levels, and with a determined gaze, she focused on completely enveloping the ticking time bomb within the protective embrace of the ancient wood dome.

The Elf Queen’s voice echoed through the rustling leaves, resonating with the very essence of the forest, “Ancient guardians, heed my call! Together, we shall quell the destructive storm within our sacred realm.”

Yet, amidst the imminent danger, Huo Yi and his team members, disdain etched on their faces, let out snorts of mockery.

“Give up! You cannot stop the inevitable!” Huo Yi sneered, his bow at the ready, arrows glowing with elemental essence.

Ilyndra, undeterred by the scoffs, ignored those attacks and let her subordinates deal with Huo Yi and his team members.

As Elf Queen Ilyndra poured her strength into the creation of this arboreal shield, a surge of energy emanated from the World Tree itself, as if acknowledging her plea for aid.

The forest responded with a symphony of whispers, as if the very trees were lending their essence to stave off the impending catastrophe.

But amidst the chaos, Huo Yi and his team looked upon Ilyndra’s efforts with disdainful snorts.

“You think a bunch of trees can stop the might of a self-destructing Immortal Dominion? How amusing!” Huo Yi mocked, his arrogance unyielding.

As the tension reached its peak, an unreal explosion shattered the air. The Barbarian Race’s Immortal Dominion, driven to self-destruction, unleashed chaotic Immortal Qi infused with myriad laws—Strength Law, Flame Law, Wind Laws, and a cacophony of others. The explosion threatened to rip apart the very fabric of reality.

The wooden barrier crackled with power, empowered by the pure ancient wood essence Ilyndra had summoned. It glowed with a serene yet intense light, as if the essence of the Enchanting Forest itself had taken form.

But the Barbarian Race’s Immortal Dominion, in its final act of defiance, exerted a force that belied its impending destruction.

For a moment, it seemed as though Ilyndra’s desperate gambit might succeed. But the explosion fought back, tearing through the wooden fortress as if it were paper.

The explosion, no longer confined, wreaked havoc upon the Enchanting Forest.

The Enchanting Forest recoiled from the impact, ancient trees trembling as the shockwave reverberated through the once serene realm. Elves scattered in panic, and even the mighty World Tree seemed to tremble in agony.

The devastation extended far and wide. The explosion claimed the lives of many elves, and the once vibrant Enchanting Forest now bore scars of destruction.

Elf Queen Ilyndra, though resilient, had not escaped unscathed.

The World Tree itself, the heart of the Elven Dominion, bore the brunt of the explosion, its leaves now scorched, and its branches withered.

As the dust settled, it became apparent that Huo Yi and his entire team were no more.

The once-mighty Barbarian Race’s Immortal Dominion had turned into a catastrophic weapon, leaving a trail of ruin in its wake.

As the echoes of destruction slowly settled, Elf Queen Ilyndra stood amidst the remnants of the Enchanting Forest, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and sorrow. The once-vibrant canopy of trees was now replaced by a haunting landscape of upturned soil and charred remnants. Ilyndra’s heart ached for the fallen, and her gaze moved across the devastation, absorbing the weight of the loss.

She, the lone survivor in this desolation, bore witness to the aftermath. Her elven kin, once so deeply connected to the ancient woods, lay scattered and wounded. Ilyndra’s emotions were a tempest within, a complex interplay of grief, anger, and an unyielding determination to rebuild.

Amidst the wreckage, the resilience of the Elf Queen shone through. Her demeanor, though marked by the gravity of the situation, carried an unwavering spirit. Ilyndra’s eyes, which had witnessed the destruction, now harbored a spark of determination—an unspoken vow to restore the Enchanting Forest to its former glory.

However, the survival of Elf Queen Ilyndra wasn’t merely a testament to her own abilities. It was the druid spirit within the heart of the World Tree Elven Dominion that had played a crucial role. As the Immortal Qi of the Elven Dominion was siphoned, the druid spirit conjured a protective barrier that shielded Ilyndra from the cataclysmic explosion of the Barbarian Race’s Immortal Dominion.

A deep sigh escaped Ilyndra’s lips as she acknowledged the sacrifice made to save her. The druid spirit’s intervention, while preserving her life, had come at a cost—the diminished strength of the World Tree. The once-mighty symbol of life now trembled, its leaves flickering like the fading embers of a once-roaring fire.

The shocking twist didn’t end there. As the World Tree weakened, an unsettling phenomenon unfolded across the Sky Martial Continent.

Across the entire continent, the Spatial Laws began to exhibit signs of distress. Like fragile threads stretched to their limit, the fabric of space itself seemed to quiver and quake. It wasn’t merely a weakening; it was a shattering, as if the very foundations of reality were unraveling at the seams.

Massive rifts appeared across the land, tearing through the sky and even burrowing into the depths of the earth.

These rifts, numbering in the thousands, defied the natural order, creating gateways to other realms.

The once-stable Spatial Laws now succumbed to chaos, birthing portals that beckoned towards the unknown.

The inhabitants of the Sky Martial Continent watched in awe and trepidation as these rifts revealed themselves to be the portals of other worlds.

The boundaries between realms blurred, and individuals now had access to these interdimensional passages. It was a phenomenon unprecedented in the annals of Sky Martial Continent’s history.

Yet, the weakened World Tree, though battered, was not defenseless. It maintained a potent barrier, preventing the beings within those minor worlds from pouring out into the Sky Martial Continent.

Just as the denizens of the Sky Martial Continent grappled with the repercussions of the spatial rifts, an unexpected player entered the stage—the Primordial Yin-Yang Immortal Dominion, a realm where the Heavenly Court held dominion over the vast expanse of existence.

The ruling power of the Heavenly Court, residing within this Immortal Dominion, had decided to intervene in the unfolding chaos.

While the Primordial Yin-Yang Immortal Dominion couldn’t outright seize control of the minor worlds linked to the spatial portals without incurring a tremendous cost, it possessed a subtler means of influence.

The Immortal Dominion wielded its cosmic authority to alter the conditions of the barrier set by the World Tree.

The once-protective barrier underwent a transformation, mirroring the changing tides of fate. Instead of obstructing the passage through the spatial portals, the barrier now permitted the inhabitants of the Sky Martial Continent to venture into these minor worlds and return at will.

It was as if the boundaries between realms had been rewritten, opening new avenues of exploration and interaction.

But the twists didn’t end there.

The modified barrier held an even more intriguing facet—those who embarked on this interdimensional journey could bring along individuals from the minor worlds, provided they were in direct physical contact.

The caveat was that the inhabitant of the Sky Martial Continent had to be alive for this unique connection to bridge the gap between realms.

As the news of the altered barrier and the newfound accessibility to minor worlds spread like wildfire, the denizens of the Sky Martial Continent found themselves at the threshold of an unprecedented era.

However, little did they know that the cosmic play unfolding was a result of the Heavenly Court’s intricate plan, carefully crafted to unfold at this pivotal juncture.

The Heavenly Court’s strategy had been clear from the beginning: weaken the World Tree, expose the existence of these minor worlds, and assert control over each of them.

These seemingly inconspicuous realms held treasures beyond imagination—rare resources, exotic materials, and a myriad of races unknown to the Sky Martial Continent.

But amidst the allure of untold riches and discovery, a more profound objective lurked in the shadows. The Heavenly Court harbored a paramount ambition—to seize the World Hearts within these Minor Worlds.

It was a plan of unparalleled significance, for only by attaining control over the World Hearts could the Heavenly Court not only solidify their dominion over the Sky Martial Continent but also pave the way for a Saint Realm expert to ascend to the coveted realm of immortality, the Immortal Realm.

Now, here’s where the plot took an unexpected twist, a little hiccup in the grand scheme of cosmic exploration. It turned out that if you were an Immortal Realm cultivator, you couldn’t just waltz into these minor worlds like you owned the place. Why, you ask? Well, these worlds had a bit of a delicate constitution, not quite up to the task of handling beings of Immortal Realm prowess.

It was like trying to fit an elephant into a teacup – entertaining to imagine, but utterly disastrous in practice. The immense pressure exuded by Immortal Realm experts would send these minor worlds into a cosmic meltdown, tearing them apart at the seams. So, as much as these mighty cultivators wanted to hop into these realms and flex their immortal muscles, the universe had other plans.

Thus, these Immortal Realm cultivators sent their clones to these minor worlds that were only at the peak of the Saint Realm.