The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Far Away — On the White Cloud Star, Wuxia Province!

Far from the hellhole Su Xiaobai had stumbled into, the reality spun onward.

In the heart of the White Cloud Star, atop the divine mountains of Wuxia Province.

"Jingjingjing!~"

Bells rang out across the heavens.

Today marked the rebirth of an ancient tradition:

The Allied Star Guardians Tournament.

Upon a massive arena carved from starlight and floating mist, tens of thousands of cultivators assembled.

Their robes fluttered in the sacred wind.

Their eyes burned with purpose.

Warriors, scholars, mages, monks—

All had gathered.

The announcement roared over the city like a god's decree:

"Today, marks the revival of the Allied Star Guardians Tournament!"

"Those who can survive inside the forbidden boundary for three days, shall be deemed worthy to join the sacred ranks of the Star Guardians!"

The Tournament, delayed for months after the sudden rise of Sun Liang to the throne, was at last revived.

Open to all nations, all sects, all independent cultivators.

The only requirements:

- Core Formation realm, minimum.

- No age ceiling.

- No mercy.

Inside the forbidden boundary, the dead would rise.

The hunters would awaken.

Every living thing outside the blessed walls would be prey.

The Star Guardians were no mere title.

They were the chosen nemesis of the hunters, the eternal defenders against annihilation.

Founded millenniums ago by the lost Emperor, Tianjian Xun, their ranks had thinned in recent years.

Now, under Sun Liang, the current #1 Star Guardian, the tradition reignited in full glory.

Whoosh!

The crowd roared, the banners lifted.

Sun Liang himself, standing atop the celestial dais, lifted his massive blade toward the skies.

"The era of the hunters shall not claim this world!"

"Those with the will—step forward!

Become stars in the darkness!

Become Guardians of the Boundaries!"

Thousands of warriors shouted in unison, the sound rumbling like the birth of a storm.

The Tournament had begun.

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After delivering his thunderous announcement, Sun Liang turned away from the grand arena.

Swoosh!

He left swiftly, his figure vanishing into the celestial mist beyond the dais.

He had no time to stay and watch.

The burdens of his recent ascension, and the constant presence of the Holy Mother of the Jade Nation, like a buzzing mosquito he could not slap to death, had drained him of all patience.

In his absence, the roles of tournament overseers were taken up by two figures:

Guardian Guang Huan and Guardian Ye An.

The first figure to step forward—

A towering man.

Muscular, blue hair cascading wildly over his bare shoulders. Only a simple cloth wrapped around his waist, leaving his upper body exposed, muscles shining under the celestial lights.

Eyes deep as ancient oceans.

In his hand, a golden trident that buzzed faintly, releasing droplets of spiritual water with each pulse.

The second figure—

A demi-human woman.

Wings spread behind her back, a strange, mesmerizing fusion of angelic white and dark raven feathers.

Her beauty was ethereal, golden eyes. Pale golden skin. A golden robe that barely covered her curvaceous form.

Yet, no one dared to look at her with vulgar thoughts.

Two sharp demonic horns curved elegantly from her head. The faint pressure radiating from her body made even seasoned spirit severing cultivators flinch subconsciously.

Both were S-ranked Guardians.

And today, they would serve as the tournament administrators.

Not to protect.

But to oversee.

To record.

To prevent cheating.

Ye An and Guang Huan each carried Imaging Stones, linked to a vast projection array floating above the arena. Every movement of the participants could be watched—Every death witnessed.

They would intervene only if a true calamity, a catastrophe-level hunter appeared.

Otherwise?

The rules were simple.

Outside the boundaries—There was no mercy.

Yet whispers ran rampant among the participants.

Tens of thousands had gathered, eager for glory, but seeing two S-ranked Guardians personally presiding?

That set everyone on edge.

"Why the heavy firepower?"

"Isn't it usually just B or A-ranked Guardians overseeing?"

"What's different this year...?"

Nervous glances spread like wildfire.

Then, Ye An stepped forward.

Her voice rang clear across the endless fields:

"The Boundary Wall chosen for this Tournament—Is the [Galactic Fringe]."

"Woaahhhh!"

Instantly, a wave of tension seized the crowd.

The Boundary Walls, usually referred to the outer defensive perimeters surrounding Wuxia Province.

Safe.

Monitored.

Galactic Fringe?

That was something else entirely.

"Why change the venue!?"

"Galactic Fringe is suicide!"

The warriors began murmuring furiously.

Ye An continued, expression cold:

"The Emperor himself chose the venue."

"Those unwilling to participate have five minutes to withdraw. Afterward—there shall be no return."

Chaos erupted, thousands shouted.

Thousands fled.

What had been a roaring sea of tens of thousands, collapsed into a mere thousand participants within minutes.

Ye An sighed heavily.

Even she was troubled.

"We won't even have enough Guardians at this rate..."

She glanced at Guang Huan.

The blue-haired man snorted.

"It can't be helped. Sun Liang wants to temper them in the real frontier. The Nebula Gate leads directly to the asteroid belts.

It's closer to death than anything they've ever known."

And that was the truth.

The Nebula Gate was no ordinary portal.

It shimmered vast, like a mesmerizing blue, green, and crimson lights.

Not a teleportation gate within White Cloud Star—But a passage linking it to the broken cosmic remnants beyond.

The Galactic Fringe—

Once part of White Cloud Star itself.

A vast section of land shattered millennia ago during the Great Hunter Wars. When the legendary Emperor Tianjian Xu and his closest aides Fought the final desperate battles against the monstrous Hunters.

They succeeded.

Barely.

But the cost was catastrophic.

A massive fragment of the star had been sheared away.

Now?

It was a graveyard of broken continents.

The Galactic Fringe was divided:

- The Cosmic Isle — a surviving oasis, filled with ancient life and resources.

- The Spectral Wastes — the shattered remains, ruled by the most feral, unkillable Hunters ever known.

Today's participants, If they survived the Cosmic Isle for three days, would earn their titles.

If not?

They would simply...Vanish.

Another forgotten sacrifice among the stars.

Yet among the figures preparing to cross—

Ye An's gaze sharpened.

Her eyes fell upon a single cloaked figure standing quietly among the crowd.

Ruby-red eyes gleamed faintly under the hood.

Sun Lingxi.

The Emperor's sister.

It was tradition.

All high clans must send their heirs through the Guardian Trials. But, Sun Liang still chose to send his own sister into the Galactic Fringe?

Ye An whispered, almost bitterly:

"He didn't even ask us to protect her specifically."

Guang Huan grunted.

"Just make sure she doesn't die near you.

Or you'll be buried in politics deeper than the Wastes themselves."

Ye An nodded grimly.

Then, the Nebula Gate surged.

A blinding ripple of cosmic colors.

And one by one, the participants stepped forward, Disappearing into the mouth of stars and death.

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Cosmic Isle – Landing!

BOOM!

With a thunderous roar, bodies rained from the skies.

One after another, the participants were hurled onto the sprawling Cosmic Isle, flung like seeds upon alien soil.

Yet what awaited them was not a lifeless wasteland, but something far stranger.

The Cosmic Isle stretched under a sky painted deep indigo, where strange twin moons, casting eerie jade and crimson glows across the land.

The earth itself rumbled faintly, covered in patches of ghost-grass and crimson lotus blooms, their petals fluttering without wind.

Giant stone arches, half-sunken into the ground, jutted upward like the ribs of ancient dragons.

In the distance, glistening rivers of silver spirit-water snaked through misty emerald forests.

"This place..."

A soft voice murmured, among the falling cultivators, one slender figure stumbled to her knees, brushing tangled strands of silver hair from her flushed cheeks—a habit she'd dropped years ago, but old fears resurrected old ticks.

She was Ranran.

No—

Su Yiran, in her temporary disguise.