Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Wang Jian withdrew them, each item bathed in a celestial light. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a single drop of his own blood onto each artifact. This essence, infused with his powerful cultivation, amplified the angelic aura emanating from them.

Now, he possessed a collection of believable relics. But the stage wasn’t set. He needed a location, a desolate and treacherous world to be his canvas. The Black Eye Galaxy, notorious for its hazardous celestial bodies, came to mind.

With a decisive thought, he initiated spatial travel, his body dissolving into a swirling vortex of energy. He reappeared on the outskirts of the Black Eye Galaxy, a vast expanse teeming with chaotic energies.

Scanning the area, he fixated upon an unremarkable star, its surface a dull, lifeless brown. This would be his foundation, the foundation of a grand deception.

He unleashed his immense power, channeling his mastery of various elemental laws. Earth Laws sculpted the celestial body, transforming its brown surface into a rugged landscape teeming with jagged peaks and deep chasms. Time Laws manipulated the flow of time within the star, creating areas of accelerated passage and zones where time seemed to crawl.

Further refinements followed. Labyrinthine tunnels snaked beneath the surface, his understanding of Spatial Laws shaping their complex layouts. Traps, infused with the destructive energies of Flame Laws and Lightning Laws, were meticulously placed throughout the labyrinth. This wouldn’t be just a tomb; it would be a deathtrap, a maze designed to ensnare any unsuspecting trespasser.

Hours bled into days as Wang Jian tirelessly reshaped the star. He channeled his understanding of various Laws, weaving them into a complex tapestry of illusion and danger. By the time he finished, the once unremarkable star had transformed into a menacing celestial body radiating an aura of antiquity and forgotten power.

With meticulous care, he placed the angelic artifacts within designated chambers, further solidifying the illusion of a long-lost tomb. The “Tomb of the God of Death,” as he intended to name it, was complete.

Now, he only needed to unleash the news…

Wang Jian, with a satisfied smirk, unleashed the news of the “Tomb of the God of Death” in a most ingenious way. He bypassed the traditional channels of communication, the established networks of power like the Heavenly Jade Pavilion or the Angel and Devil Races.

Instead, he targeted smaller, independent guilds and sects scattered across the Eastern Cosmos. Through carefully crafted rumors, he planted the seed of discovery – whispers of an ancient tomb, shrouded in mystery, emanating a potent aura of death. These rumors, embellished with details about the God of Death and his legendary legacy, spread like wildfire.

Within days, taverns buzzed with speculation, marketplaces echoed with excited chatter, and even reclusive cultivators emerged from their seclusion, curiosity piqued. The news, propelled by a web of whispers and half-truths, reached even the most remote corners of the cosmos.

Within days, the whispers reached the ears of the Angel Race. Celestial Maiden Yuqing, ever vigilant and pious, felt a pull towards these pronouncements. The God of Death, though not part of their pantheon, was a revered entity across many cultures. Recovering his legacy, a potential artifact of immense power, could be a boon for their race.

“An unexpected development,” Celestial Maiden Yuqing murmured, her voice echoing in the serene chamber. Beside her stood Yueli, one of her daughters – an embodiment of grace and light. Her other daughters, each blessed with abilities aligned with different deities within their pantheon, listened intently.

“Should we investigate this, Mother?” inquired another daughter, her voice tinged with excitement. “Imagine the knowledge and power such a tomb might hold!”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing stroked her chin contemplatively. “The Black Eye Galaxy… a treacherous region,” she mused. “But the potential reward is too great to ignore. We cannot allow this legacy to fall into the wrong hands.”

A flicker of concern crossed Yueli’s face. “But wouldn’t entering a tomb of the God of Death be… risky? What if it holds dangers beyond our comprehension?”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing smiled reassuringly. “Fear not, Yueli. We will approach this cautiously. I will lead a contingent of our most experienced warriors. We shall recover any artifacts left by the God of Death and ensure they are handled with the utmost respect.”

And so, the decision was made. Hundreds of powerful angels, led by Celestial Maiden Yuqing herself, embarked on a journey towards the Black Eye Galaxy. It was a formidable force, resolute in their purpose and unwavering in their faith.

News of the Angel Race’s movement didn’t escape the watchful eyes of the Devil Race.

Mo Yu, upon hearing whispers of the “God of Death’s Tomb,” felt a tremor of unease. The God of Death was a fearsome entity, revered for his power over life and death. If the Angel Race obtained an artifact related to him, it could spell trouble for the Devil Race.

If the rumors were true, and the Angels managed to harness the powers of the legacy of the God Death, they could potentially create “Death Angels” – an elite fighting force imbued with the power of death, virtually indestructible and capable of inflicting unimaginable pain. He couldn’t allow that. This was a prospect Mo Yu couldn’t tolerate.

“Death Angels,” Mo Yu muttered, the name sending a shiver down his spine.

“Gather my elite warriors,” he commanded, his voice booming through the chamber. “We are heading to the Black Eye Galaxy. We must secure any artifacts related to the God of Death before the Angels do. But remember,” he stressed, his gaze sweeping across his assembled children, “we are not to provoke conflict. Our sole objective is to acquire the God of Death’s legacy.”

A ripple of excitement ran through the assembled devils. The prospect of facing a legacy related to the God of Death was both terrifying and exhilarating. Many of Mo Yu’s sons, eager to prove themselves, pushed their way into the vanguard of this expedition.

All, that is, except Mo Tian, Mo Feng, and Mo Lan. These troublesome trio were conspicuously absent, their whereabouts a mystery to the Devil Race. Little did they know, their absence was a crucial part of Wang Jian’s grand scheme.

Now, on the desolate star in the Black Eye Galaxy, the stage was set. The Angel Race, led by Celestial Maiden Yuqing, stood poised at the entrance of the intricately carved portal that served as the entrance to the “Tomb of the God of Death.” The Devil Race’s elite warriors lurked in the shadows, watching with a mixture of cautious anticipation and predatory hunger.

Unseen and unheard, Wang Jian observed the scene from within the labyrinth he had meticulously crafted. A cruel smile played on his lips. The hunt was about to begin.

A satisfied smirk stretched across Wang Jian’s face as he watched the celestial figures assemble before the imposing portal. He knew their intentions better than they did. They would enter the tomb as a cohesive unit, a strategy born of caution and collective strength. However, this very approach presented him with a problem. Abducting a princess amidst a sea of angels would be nigh impossible.

He had foreseen this obstacle and prepared accordingly. The entire “Tomb of the God of Death” was not just a meticulously crafted illusion, but also a complex network of intricately woven array formations. The entrance itself was a masterpiece of concealment, layered with several arrays. One, in particular, held the key to his plan. It was a teleportation formation, not a singular one, but a chaotic web that would randomly scatter those entering the tomb across various designated points within the labyrinth.

This ensured none of the entrants, be it angel or devil, would remain together. Additionally, another formation dampened their Divine and Spiritual Senses, rendering them virtually blind and reliant on their raw combat prowess within the labyrinth’s twisted paths. Even Celestial Maiden Yuqing, with her immense power, wouldn’t be able to locate her scattered forces instantaneously.

Wang Jian, the architect of this elaborate trap, held the key to navigating the labyrinth. He had meticulously mapped every twist and turn, every hidden chamber and treacherous passage. His understanding of Spatial Laws allowed him to manipulate the teleportation formation at will, guiding it to choose his target – Princess Yueli.

The portal shimmered with celestial energy as Celestial Maiden Yuqing, draped in her ethereal white robes, stepped forward. Her daughters, each radiating a unique divine aura, followed suit, their beauty and strength evident despite their youthful appearance.

A wave of angels, a contingent of seasoned warriors and devout followers, filled the procession. The air crackled with nervous excitement as they crossed the threshold. Then, it happened.

As they passed through the portal, a blinding flash engulfed them. The ground beneath their feet dissolved, replaced by a disorienting swirl of colors and sensations. When their vision cleared, they found themselves scattered, isolated within the labyrinth’s depths.

Princess Yueli, known for her fiery temperament and affinity for fire-based cultivation, stumbled out of the teleportation haze. Her vision blurred, her senses dulled. The vibrant tapestry of the entrance hall was replaced by stark, rocky walls. Panic welled within her as she realized she was alone, separated from her mother and sisters.