Having brokered a temporary truce with the Dragon Prince, Wang Jian ventured into the remnants of the Primordial Yin-Yang Immortal Dominion. The battleground bore the scars of their cosmic clash, a testament to the cataclysmic forces that had ravaged its celestial expanse.
Within the devastated dominion, Wang Jian made his way toward the Heavenly Court's headquarters. The once-majestic structures now stood as eerie silhouettes of their former glory. As he entered the heart of the Heavenly Court's sanctum, Wang Jian summoned the spirits of the fallen, seeking answers to the enigma that shrouded their ambitions.
Wisps of spiritual energy gathered around him, coalescing into ghostly figures of the departed.
With an air of authority, Wang Jian addressed the spectral assembly. "I seek answers. What drove the Heavenly Court to such audacious ambitions?"