The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

On the other side of the Void,

the Heaven remembered something "Chaos Qi".

And from that memory, it created an echo:

Qi — the "life essence" of existence.

Qi was Heaven's attempt to imitate the wild truth of Chaos Qi, but in a structured, obedient form.

By cultivating Qi, warriors believed they were comprehending reality. A reality meticulously painted by the Will of Heaven.

What they didn't know was that Qi was not just energy. Qi carried Will — and that Will, once inside the universe, began to multiply.

Every reality formed by Heaven had its own Will.

Every being touched by Qi gained a fragment of that Will.

The multiplication of Will spiraled.

It filled the cosmos.

And eventually...

The Will of Heaven lost control of its own creations.

So, it did what all heavenly megalomaniacs do when their children misbehave.

It made rules.

Those rules became the Dao.

The Dao was declared supreme.

And the Supreme was the Heavenly Dao —

a refined expression of Heaven's Will.

To comprehend Dao, one had to comprehend Heaven's Will.

But the Heavenly Dao was no pure.

It was a cheap imitation.

Just a more stable understanding of the chaos Heaven once tried to tame.

Qi was a structured Chaos Qi.

Dao was a domesticated Chaos.

Heaven hadn't created order — It had jury-rigged it.

And on the other side of the Void, in its own dominion, Heaven was still perfect.

But its creation?

Flawed. Beautifully, tragically flawed.

[The Pre-Primordial Era]

Before Yin and Yang, before Fire, Water, Space or Time, Heaven began to experiment.

It attempted to craft a proper "Canvas" —

something it could work on without chaos devouring the brush.

This era is known as the "Pre-Primordial".

During this time, Heaven roared.

Yes. Literally.

One such roar — a cosmic tantrum —

came when it shattered one of its own proto-worlds for being "a bit ugly."

That roar gave birth to:

"The Ancient World-Devouring Beast."

A being born not from law, but from the raw frustration of creation.

Many such Pre-Primordial beings came to be — obscure, bizarre, and dangerous —

survivors of Heaven's early mistakes.

[The Primordial Era]

Eventually, Heaven stabilized.

It perfected its Dao.

It found a canvas that could hold paint without spontaneously combusting.

That canvas was named: "Primordial".

And upon this Primordial Canvas, Heaven began its true painting.

With Dao refined, the first true dichotomy was born:

Yin and Yang.

Yin: the embodiment of all dark, still, hidden existence.

Yang: the embodiment of light, motion, and expression.

These were not elements.

They were foundations.

From them, the branches of Dao emerged.

Dao of Time birthed Time.

Dao of Space gave birth to Space.

- Dao of Fire birthed Fire.

- Dao of Light, Light, and so on.

Each of these Daos was a branch of the original Heavenly Dao, and each held a shard of the original Will.

But here lay the paradox again.

Every time Heaven created something,

that creation inherited part of its Will.

And once something possessed Will,

it could no longer be fully controlled.

Some say the "Heavenly Will" is the true original Will.

Others say it's just a fragment — an echo of the first, impossible Observer.

Still others say it's simply the "Will of the Heavenly Dao" — the first system "The True Will" successfully cultivated.

Whatever the case...

Every Dao that existed… began to form a Will of its own.

[The Birth of the Elemental Gods]

From some Daos — Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Lightning, Light, and Darkness —

came the first true "Elemental Incarnations".

They weren't born.

They condensed.

They were not created, but manifested —

formed when the Dao's Will grew self-aware.

They were not gods by title, but by definition.

Each of these beings — now known as Elemental Gods — became the immortal avatars of their Dao.

They could not be killed.

If one perished, its Dao would collapse.

And if the Dao collapsed, so would the reality that relied on it.

For a Dao to persist, its "Will" must persist.

Thus, these Incarnations were untouchable.

Immortal.

Neutral.

Timeless.

But then came the "Four Heavens".

Heaven's ultimate architectural experiment.

Inside them dwelled the "Council of Heavenly Elders", beings refined by the most perfect system of Qi, Immortality, and Law.

The Elders pursued only one goal:

To impress Heaven.

To gather karmic merit.

To one day comprehend the true, ineffable Heavenly Will.

Among them, a certain Elder, tasked with maintaining cosmic balance, made a troubling observation.

The Elemental Gods were anomalies.

They existed without rule.

Without hierarchy.

Untouched by karma.

Outside the system.

And if something exists outside balance,

then by the logic of bureaucracy...

It must be "reconsidered."

The Elemental Gods were eternal.

They could not reincarnate.

They could not die.

They could not fade.

They existed because of Will— not as part of reality, but in spite of it.

They were anomalies.

Cosmic leftovers from before reality had rules.

The Heavenly Elder feared them.

Not because they were strong — but because if they chose sides, they could unbalance everything.

Worse?

They couldn't grow stronger.

They couldn't cultivate new Daos or increase power.

They were fixed values in a sea of changing equations.

So the Elder did what all insecure bureaucrats do:

He sealed them.

He couldn't kill them — that would be suicide for the universe.

Killing a god was like erasing a Dao.

Even Heaven wouldn't dare.

So he cursed them.

He turned them to statues — eternal, unaging, humiliated.

But before their forms were frozen, the Elemental Gods took one last action:

They condensed their essence into rectangular spiritual tablets — the "Elemental Tablets".

These tablets held:

- Their purest elemental energy

- A channel for communication

- A link for summoning

The Gods, once sworn to neutrality, had been wronged.

And they broke their oath.

The Dark God, the Light God, all the rest, they left their power behind, and with it, a connection.

All because one Elder threw the first stone.

The prophecy the Elder feared became true, not because of the Gods... But because of himself.

Su Xiaobai didn't know why he was being shown this.

But he knew it wasn't a vision.

It was a trap.

The "Dark Tab" was no artifact.

It was the link to the Dark God — pulling Su Xiaobai into its domain, injecting him into its mind, messing with his perception, feeding him contradiction after contradiction.

"You're not a guest," the message was clear. "You're here to suffer with me. Forever."

The Elemental Gods had been punished for nothing. And now, they no longer gave a damn.

The Light God had become a companion to Emperor Tian Yu, spreading doctrine.

Choosing sides.

So much for neutrality.

These gods — ancient beyond the Four Heavens — were now whimsical.

And Su Xiaobai?

He was currently stuck in the mind of one of them.

"Whimsical, my ass..." Su Xiaobai's eye twitched. "...you're just a bitchy cosmic brat."

If he'd known this was all because of one moody divine toddler throwing a tantrum,

he wouldn't have died so obediently.

And then he realized something.

When Su Xiaobai died, his death should have pulled down everything connected to him.

His ring-world collapsed.

Every living being inside — dead.

Every soul tethered to him by slave seal — gone.

He'd marked almost everyone.

Not Zhu Qing or Bai Yujian — they had their own pride.

But Lulu, the Lin Quintriplets, Yu Feng, Huo Lingxue?

If he could suppress them, he sealed them.

Not because he was paranoid.

Because he was realistic.

"True loyalty is an illusion. Slave seals don't betray you."

One of those people… was Su Xiaomei.

She had agreed to it herself — a way for Su Xiaobai to track her and keep her safe.

Right now, her soul was floating through this astral space.

And for some reason...

Su Xiaobai reached for it.

He didn't know why.

Didn't plan to.

But his hand moved.

And he merged with her soul.

BOOM.

A violent explosion.

Not in space.

Not in energy.

In Time.

"??" The darkness watching from above paused.

The Dark God — the one casually tormenting Su Xiaobai — suddenly panicked.

This little mortal wasn't suppose to do anything!

It had only shown him a projection inside its sea of consciousness.

An astral illusion!

He was showing Su Xiaobai a fake timeline, a little hallucination.. The souls were separate... Not dead.

But Su Xiaobai took the dream seriously—

and in doing so, tore into time itself.

He had somehow touched a real soul inside an unreal space and triggered a feedback loop into the River of Time.

Su Xiaobai rewound a timeline that wasn't even real, and in the process, destabilized the god's own mental sea.

"No—" the Dark God whispered.

Su Xiaobai, currently being vaporized across twelve timelines, was in agony.

His head felt like it had fucked a black hole.

And lost.

"GRAHHH—!!"

"Who the hell designed this system?!"

He almost died again.

Key word: almost.

The Dark God hurriedly severed the link.

It had no idea this little bastard would go so far. It had wanted to prank him...Not get nuked into nonexistence!

It's sea of consciousness began collapsing.

In a panic, the Dark God severed the connection.

He flung Su Xiaobai out like a virus.

Too late.

The damage was done.

The merge with Su Xiaomei shattered.

All of their souls returned to their respective bodies.

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In the real world!

Whoosh!

Everything snapped back to normal, Su Xiaobai opened his eyes, and his head was fucking pounding.

"What the... hell?"

He sat up, rubbing his temples like someone who drank two thousand years of wine.

"Where's that bastard?!" he hissed under his breath.

He looked around.

His ring world was intact.

His soul was back.

His body was fine.

But in his heart?

Murder.

Today, Su Xiaobai wanted to kill someone.

Preferably a god.

Maybe all of them.