The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"The Heavenly Silk Law"

This was the name bestowed by Elder Si Ming — known in full as Siming Dazun, the Supreme Revered One of the Heavenly Court — upon the unseen threads that governed the vast dao of existence itself.

Within the splendor of the Celestial Palace, amidst clouds woven from the breath of stars, a lone silhouette floated silently in the void — ageless, serene, and untouched by the passing of eons.

Around her, the Threads of Fate stretched endlessly into the unseen depths.

Each thread—an invisible river—linked to every grain of sand, every wisp of Qi, every mortal life, even the silent fall of a leaf in the furthest forgotten realm could be traced through their delicate weave.

With the faintest brush of her slender fingers, the threads would hum, a sound softer than mortal comprehension—

A resonance like an immortal zither, whose chords could ripple through the very bones of the world.

Thus, she moved with a slowness deeper than stillness, With a precision greater than law itself, For even the slightest misstep could rearrange the structure of all reality.

Her eyes—

Eyes that mirrored the birth and death of stars—

Gazed far beyond mortal sight...

Calculating endless permutations with but a single glance.

She alone could perceive the deep, hidden harmonies of the Dao, revealed only through the shifting dance of the threads.

Yet even she—

The Supreme Si Ming—

Never claimed dominion over fate.

"One may embody the Dao, one may comprehend the Dao, But no soul may surpass the Dao," She often spoke, voice softer than the last sigh of a dying cosmos.

Her power was "not" to rule fate—

But to observe it.

To listen to the silent symphony composed by Heaven itself.

At this moment, she stood before a phenomenon that stirred even her boundless mind.

"It is happening again..."

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her serene gaze briefly clouded by confusion and wonder.

She had noticed it:

The fate threads, once weaving in close harmony, could suddenly draw even closer into dense, tanglement, inseparable bonds—

Or, inexplicably, begin to untangle, scattering like drifting clouds across a ruined sky.

The future was seeded not by mortal action,

But by the weaving and unwinding of these unseen threads.

A quarrel between lovers, for instance,

Already found its resolution within the threads—

Whether their strands would tighten, bound by forgiveness,

Or fray and vanish, doomed to separation.

The spoken words, the tearful gestures—

Were but echoes of a destiny already written.

Yet today, Elder Si Ming pondered a mystery even she had never touched before:

Which thread weaved first?

Was it the woman's stubborn yearning heart, weaving tighter despite the pain?

Or the man's buried regret, drawing her back with unseen hands?

Could one will overpower another?

Could desire shape fate?

Such questions—

Even she—

Could not answer.

In her infinite gaze, the fate threads shimmered, luminous and boundless,

But the primal secret of their first motion remained veiled.

And then—

Her fingers brushed against a thread.

A particular one.

It belonged to Su Xiaobai.

At first glance, it appeared no different from the rest.

Yet in the next breath, her divine senses quivered.

This thread—

pulled.

It wasn't passive like the others.

It attracted other threads—

Threads it had touched, threads it hadn't even brushed before,

All gravitating subtly toward it.

Her lips parted in silent amazement.

If this continued…

This thread alone could one day engulf the entire maze.

It could become the only thread in existence.

A faint flash of panic crossed Elder Si Ming's immortal heart.

She moved—

To sever Su Xiaobai's thread instantly!

But—

She stopped.

The immortal instincts honed over eons told her: Observe. Not interfere.

So she watched carefully.

And then saw—

It wasn't Su Xiaobai's thread alone.

No.

Across the vast web, countless threads began subtly attracting others.

The pull varied.

Some weak.

Some overwhelming.

She pondered this new law.

And then—

The threads began to glow.

Some faintly.

Some burning like newborn stars.

Her eyes widened.

She immediately tried to correlate the brightness to karma—

But it did not align.

Not karma.

Something deeper.

"Destiny," she whispered.

"Innate destiny... true caliber."

From this day forward, Elder Si Ming recorded this unprecedented phenomenon into her understanding of the Dao:

"Those whose threads glow brighter shall command the destiny of others;

They shall either self-destruct from their own overwhelming brilliance—

Or ascend into the boundless heavens."

Without realizing it,

Her attention drifted away from Su Xiaobai to the countless other glowing threads.

And in that instant—

She felt it.

Her long-stagnant cultivation, dormant across countless kalpas—broke through.

Her spirit soared.

Her comprehension deepened.

She had ascended once more—

Not through force, not through bloodshed,

But through pure realization of a higher truth.

Little did she know—

Thousands of stars away,

Past veils of existence,

Deep within the Immortal Rain Valley—

As Su Xiaobai plummeted into the abyss—

Within his soul space,

The ancient Void Thunder Dragon exhaled softly in relief.

To hide Su Xiaobai from Heaven's gaze

Was to ensure he never became the focus of cosmic destiny.

If Elder Si Ming had focused too closely,

Secrets not meant for mortal or immortal eyes would have been exposed.

Thus—

The phenomenon she called an "enlightenment"

Was merely a small nudge.

A gust of wind stirred by a being (Void Thunder Dragon) who lived outside reality itself.

For Elder Si Ming could not perceive what lay beyond her realm.

It was not that the Void Thunder Dragon did not exist, It was simply that beings like him moved in colors the she could not see, existed in frequencies beyond the reach of fate's strings.

She could trace fate—

But she could never trace them.

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BANG!

Meanwhile.

Far, far below...

Su Xiaobai, completely ignorant of the monumental drama surrounding his existence,

Groaned in unbearable pain.

Hours after the fall, he lay crumpled in a cracked stone pit.

Broken, bruised, and bleeding.

Completely unaware that he had just survived a million apocalyptic outcomes…

By pure fate.

"...What... is this place?"

Su Xiaobai's mind buzzed, a dull ringing drowning out his senses, pain radiated from every joint as he slowly, stubbornly forced himself to stand.

Darkness.

Nothing but endless darkness.

Gritting his teeth, he stumbled forward, feeling along jagged stone until he found a pair of rocks.

Strike.

Strike.

A faint spark.

Then—Whoosh!

A flickering flame.

Small, but enough.

The firelight licked the walls of the cavern, revealing a wide, plain tunnel of ancient stone.

Rough, uncarved, and unwelcoming.

When Su Xiaobai glanced upward—

Nothing.

Only a black void.

No sign of the hole he fell through.

No light.

No exit.

"...Great," he muttered. "Cave plot unlocked. No cheat, no Qi. Guess it's a survival arc now."

His first thought, find Yu Feng.

He staggered through the uneven cavern, firestone held aloft, until he found her crumpled form lying nearby.

Bloodied, pale, yet still breathing.

... But barely.

Su Xiaobai cursed under his breath. He was a body cultivator, his reinforced body had spared him the worst of the fall.

Yu Feng, however, was in terrible shape.

Without Qi, without healing artifacts, without even a basic medical pill, their situation was clear:

If they didn't find food, water, and herbs soon... they were dead.

Simple as that.

Su Xiaobai sighed. "Guess I'm the caveman now."

He scanned the two extending tunnels branching from the cavern.

No clues, and definitely no guidance.

Just gut instinct.

He picked one side at random and started walking, every step cautious.

Somewhere, If herbs could grow, then water might exist nearby too.

And with water...

Maybe survival.

Maybe.