Wang Jian stood on the celestial balcony of his private palace within the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, surveying the sprawling vista of the Eastern Cosmos. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he reflected on his recent victories. The Devil Race had been forced to retreat to the Northern Cosmos, and the Angel Race now danced to his tune, with many of its most powerful and beautiful members firmly under his control.
He turned, smiling to himself as he thought of Lu Rong'er, now the Silver Light Goddess, and her sisters, like the youngest Angel Princess Yueli, who had succumbed to his charms. Even the top-tier angels had fallen, their supposed training sessions with him turning into something far more intimate. Wang Jian's influence had spread like a web, ensnaring those who thought themselves untouchable.