The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Fifty li from the volcano's gaping throat,

Where once fire reigned, now only meat overflowed.

Pa-la-la—!

The waterfall slammed into black stone like a drunken war god faceplanting eternity.

Stones hissed as mist coiled around jagged edges like claws.

Below, the waterfall thrashed in an obscene rhythm, smashing moss-slick rocks like a beast fucking its way through the mountain.

On both sides, trees twisted, scar Vines, their own limbs wrapped in jealous knots, branches clawing bark like addicts in heat, forming a dome that hid the world from the sky.

Within the noise, a whisper.

"Ahhh…"

Soft, like a groan of dawn.

Fleeting, like the last breath of a dying virgin.

Swallowed instantly by the waterfall's savage rhythm.

Behind that curtain of crashing water... a cave.

Dark, damp and hidden.

Rustle ~

A silhouette stumbled from within.

Naked skin flushed crimson, glowing faintly.

Bloodshot eyes sunk into dark hollows like she'd been dragged across centuries of sleepless torment, hair tangled, lips cracked and legs shaking.

Sun Lingxi.

Her breath trembled, "It's… getting worse…"

The words barely escaped her lips, more sigh than sound.

Her body glew with a bright, searing glow, Heaven Qi.

A god-tier energy that blessed the worthy... and fucked the rest.

And she?

She was the latter.

She had stumbled into it days ago, exploring the volcano, confident and curious. Now the Scorching Heaven Qi danced in her veins like a sadistic lover, burning her from inside, cooking her bones, peeling her soul.

A normal cultivator would've died in seconds.

She had died, thousands of times.

And revived, thousands more.

Her Phoenix Bloodline, once divine, now damned, trapped her in an endless cycle of rebirth and rot.

Life. Death. Life. Death.

Not immortality.

Just a loop of agony with no escape.

Too weak to live.... Too divine to die.

She should've burned to ashes by now.

But her soul kept reigniting, each cycle more painful than the last.

The others were gone.

Long Lian, the Mu siblings, sent to find the Dusk Orchid, that sacred slut of a flower, capable of sucking the fire Qi from anything it touched.

They never returned.

She saw it.

Chains.

Shackles.

Long Lian paraded like a beast with her pride in a leash.

Slaves now... Maybe corpses.

After witnessing that, she ran, sneakily.

Hid, screamed into stone.

Wept alone, in the dark, unsure if her messengers were dead or just dead beyond saving.

Now she stepped into the light.

The sun kissed her lashes, she winced, shielding her eyes, blinking through the brightness toward the forest.

Then her gaze climbed.

Higher.

To the far away giant volcano.

And what she saw, was not a mountain.

But a red cunt torn open, vomiting monsters.

"Screeee—!"

"Gahk! Hhrrghhhh—!"

"Maaa… m-mahhmmh…"

The crater ruptured, not smoke, not flame.

Just flesh, with wisted torsos, and fused limbs. Necks gurgling like throats moaning through bile.

They didn't fall.

They splashed out.

They spilled like aborted meat from heaven's cunt.

Snap!

One bit its own leg, screamed, regretful.

"H-huuhhnnngg… f-fleshhh…"

Others skittered over it, eyeless, hairless, groaning, crawling—on hands that weren't theirs.

On teeth that were always hungry.

Some slid like wet tongues.

Some buzzed with wings stitched to armpits.

Some had no mouths… until they tore them open.

"F-F-Flesh… I s-s-see… flesh—"

"K-killlll m-meee—"

"E-e-ea… eat me first—"

One grew arms, three of them, shoved into its own ribs, pulled out a stillborn twin.

Bit the cord.

Sucked.

"So... many..."

"Why... are there so many... Hunters?"

Sun Lingxi bit her lip, hard, blood trickled, but she didn't care. Because just beyond the canopy, past the fractured horizon, the volcano wasn't spewing lava anymore.

It was giving birth to nightmares.

Tens of thousands.

Not imagined... Not exaggerated.

Real.

And getting closer.

She stared, trembling, her gaze narrowing to slits as if focus alone could make the nightmare go away.

Swoosh—!

Then it happened.

A streak... A star.

A light pierced the carnage, bright, silent, and ascending like a soul escaping its own slaughter.

It tore upwards from the eye of the crater, glowing brighter, brighter, until even her fair cheeks were touched by its brilliance.

But it wasn't hot.

It was cold.

A cold that sizzled on her skin like it had teeth.

The heavens wept in confusion, dense clouds began to drizzle snow.

Her body seized.

Pain lashed through her dantian like a whip dipped in molten iron.

"AHHHHH!"

She screame—thud! Collapsed.

And crawled back into the shadows behind the waterfall, choking on her own breath, the Scorching Heaven Qi inside her violently rejecting the chill.

She never got to see what rose.

Not clearly.

But what was rising, wasn't a star.

It was her.

Above the cursed peak, a figure in black robe rose through the sky like snowfall riding a thunderstorm.

Ranran?

But not as she was.

As she had been.

White hair flowed like threads of immortal silk, her robes, once worn by the Ranran of this life, now danced on the wind, obeying a woman who no longer belonged to this era.

A face too divine for mortals, and a body sculpted like frost itself, wrapped in immortal aura.

Behind her eyes, visions flashed, past lives, buried deep in the marrow.

Screaming....

Whispering...

Her cultivation surged, shattering realms like glass beneath bare feet.

BOOM! — Spirit Severing!

The spirit sliced free, body and soul untethered.

BOOOOM! — Deity Transformation!

The immortal vessel forged in divine essence.

BOOOOOOM—!! Tribulation Realm!

Heaven heard her, and struck back.

Rumble... Rumble..

Lightning tore from the clouds, three spears of heavenly wrath, judgment, punishment and tribulation.

But they missed.

They fizzled before reaching her, repelled by an ancient force sleeping within her veins.

As if the Heavens themselves hesitated.

As if she wasn't meant for this era.

And they knew it.

The Samsara Scripture had activated.

Not just her power, but the borrowed might of life she'd lived before.

Weightless, divine, detached from fate.

A snowflake landed on her cheek.

Her disguise peeled away, and Su Yiran looked down.

At the crater.

At the squirming pile of crawling filth.

A volcano turned cunt, still squirting out monsters.

She clenched her jaw.

She hated it.

The scene.

The stench.

That she was forced to awaken, merely to preserve her life, what a cruel fate.

This power wasn't infinite.

Once used, there would be a cooldown,

A period of weakness. Exposed, and vulnerabile. And worse, now every bastard, beast, and cultivator within five hundred li knew—

She was here.

Her fury cracked.

She raised her hand.

And the sky obeyed.

Huuuuhhh—!

A sigh of winter.

Then… it fell.

Mist ice.

Endless.

A storm of frost Qi rained from her palm, ruthless, surgical, perfec, it poured over the battlefield like a tide of divine frost.

And the Hunters... they stopped.

The crater mouth froze solid.

One li.

Two li.

Five li.

Beasts turned to statues mid-screech, some still twitched, only for their limbs to snap off like frozen twigs.

Even Beibei faltered, her wings caught in the frost.

"shriek!"

She barely twisted away, crashing into the cliffside, feathers half-covered with ice.

Ye An, still berserk, her eyes blackened and voice demonic, she froze mid-lunge.

Her consciousness sealed.

Her soul plunged into deep slumber.

The mist reached deeper.

Vaelzaar and Sykarra, already mutilated, twitching with death and rebirth, their remnants were buried beneath a thousand-layer coffin of frozen despair.

And then—It touched him.

Frozen!

Su Xiaobai's eyes snapped upward.

He saw... a glimpse.

High above the clouds stood a figure, like a god simmering with quiet fury, gaze burning downward. Bare feet glowed faintly, curved like arcs of warm jade stepping above cold ice.

"Yiran...?"

But the words never finished.

The mist hit.

CRACK—!

Infernal flames burst from his body, his final defense.

A blast meant to burn thousands.

But it had already spent too much.

His energy depleted.

Crack—!

The frost entered, it wasn't just cold, it was sovereign.

It slipped past Su Xiaobai's skin, bit through muscle, coiled around his bones like a whisper from his grave. Even the Crimson Armor, forged in hellfire and bathed in million screams, could not resist.

Its infernal sheen turned pale.

Its dantian froze.

He became a statue.

A relic, a corpse dressed in glory, buried alive beneath a second skin of death-white ice.

And this frost, It wasn't some ambient snowstorm's doing.

It was her.

The same frost, once wielded only by his mother, Eternal Su.

And now, Su Yiran had used it.

Her White Demon Lineage roared to life.

Five realms, crossed in moments.

Soul fusion.

Spirit Severing.

Integration.

Deity Transformation.

Tribulation.

All collapsed beneath her feet like stairs made of rotten wood.

And yet, no joy. No victory.

Only frost.

She hovered, silent, above the battlefield she had entombed, the crater, once alive with writhing filth, now stood still, a mausoleum carved by her wrath.

She exhaled slowly.

Not in triumph.

In exhaustion.

Eyes scanning the frozen crater's mouth, her expression tense and... worried.