The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Dragon Spirit Sea – Abyssal Depths!

SPLASH!~

The world above shimmered with soft green light, a gentle, ethereal glow that whispered promises of enlightenment.

The world below?

A black void of 'fuck around and find out' energy.

The further Su Xiaobai descended, the more the water thickened—no longer the light, refreshing spiritual mist of the surface but something dense, ancient, and unnervingly intimate. Like an overenthusiastic masseuse that didn't understand personal boundaries, it hugged to him, wrapping around his limbs, kneading into his bones like it had already paid for the full-body service.

And the abyss? It yawned open below him, vast and patient, like the mouth of a sleeping behemoth waiting to see if he tasted good enough to bother waking up for.

Whoosh!

Then, the ruins emerged.

An ancient palace, its grand halls long swallowed by time, lay sprawled across the seabed like the discarded corpse of an empire.

Towering jade pillars jutted from the ground—some cracked, some half-buried, and all radiating the silent dignity of someone who had been absolutely fucked over by history.

Then came the chains.

Massive, each link the size of a small mansion, shattered and scattered across the ruins.

Whatever had once been bound here? It got out.

And if the sheer absence of it wasn't terrifying enough—

Then the dragon skeleton coiled around the ruins certainly was.

Colossal. Monstrous. The bones gleamed with an eerie light, their sheer size enough to shove entire mountain ranges into existential crises. Even in death, its aura pressed down on the seabed, as if reminding the world:

"I was here. I mattered. You will fear me still."

Su Xiaobai took it all in.

Then, he exhaled slowly, shaking his head.

'A massive, ancient dragon skeleton in a hidden abyss? Right, let me guess—a wise old ancestor spirit is about to pop out and drop cryptic life advice on me?'

He snorted to himself.

"Tch. Lazy writing..."

Then—

"FUCK!"

Pain exploded through his meridians.

His Golden Core was failing.

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At Peak Core Formation, his Golden Core had condensed to near-perfection—gleaming, flawless, a jewel of cultivated power.

But therein lay the big, fatal flaw.

Like an overstuffed stomach after an all-you-can-eat banquet, it had reached its absolute limit.

Golden Cores could only refine so much before they backfired. And right now, Su Xiaobai was experiencing the spiritual equivalent of food poisoning—except instead of a bad stomach, it was his entire goddamn existence on the line.

His meridians burned.@@novelbin@@

His bones creaked, overfilled with traces of unrefined, chaotic Spiritual Qi.

His blood poisoned—sluggish, corroded from the inside out by his own cultivation.

Su Xiaobai realized, with soul-crushing certainty, that Zhu Qing hadn't been lying.

"That crazy bitch really threw me in here to either die or evolve…"

And knowing her? She was probably smiling like a satisfied courtesan who just scammed a prince out of his fortune—chaming, confident, and completely unrepentant.

Her face flashed in his mind—soft cherry-pink lips curving into a honeyed smile, teasing eyes sharper than a blade dipped in perfume.

Silver hair, that kind of face…? Shouldn't she be a virtuous saint, with a heart so righteous it could put Bai Yujian to shame?

How could someone look so divine, yet be so damn ruthless?

Thinking about it… was she even the worst offender?

That demonic little hellspawn, Xiao Hei—wasn't she the same? All beauty, all curves, and a heart blacker than the bottom of a cauldron?

Was he cursed?

Su Xiaobai suddenly had a terrifying realization—he was surrounded by lunatic women.

What if Bai Yujian changed too?

No. No, no, no. He refused to believe it. She was a battle maniac, sure, but she had principles. She wouldn't one day just wake up and decide to kill him too… right?

For the first time in his life, he prayed.

Please, Bai Yujian, don't switch up on me.

Su Xiaobai almost smiled bitterly. Almost.

Why was he planting red flags at a time like this?

Then—his heart pounded, his body broke down.

And suddenly, the only thing he could think about was survival.

If he didn't transition to the 'Earthly Rebirth Realm', his own cultivation would quite literally murder him in cold blood.

He had no choice.

So, he let go.

He dropped his restraints, allowed the Earth Qi to surge into him unfiltered, unrestrained.

And immediately—

The first tribulation of Earthly Rebirth hit him like a divine bitch slap from the heavens.

CRACK!

His bones exploded.

Not metaphorically. Literally.

Pain ripped through him, his entire skeleton shattering as if the heavens had decided, "Eh, let's rebuild this one from scratch."

This was Bone Forging—the first stage of Earthly Rebirth, where the mortal body was ripped apart and reforged with 'Earth Qi', purging every lingering impurity left by his Golden Core.

Whoosh!

The 'Earth Qi' flooded in, breaking down his brittle human skeleton into pure bone essence, reforging it into something denser, stronger, no longer bound by mortal limits.

His flesh tore open—but no blood spilled.

Instead, flickers of violet lightning crackled from his wounds, dancing along his exposed muscles. His sinew, once soft, reformed, layered with the unyielding toughness of draconic lineage.

Then—

His hands twisted.

Fingers lengthened into razor-sharp claws.

Blackened scales surfaced, wrapping around his forearms, pulsating with a faint golden glow, veins glowing like molten metal. His body was no longer fully human.

The Void Thunder Dragon bloodline had stirred.

A transformation had begun.

But before he could process the primordial strength surging through him—

Something in the depths stirred.

Rumble~!

A deep, ancient voice echoed through the abyss, sending shockwaves through the water.

"Void Thunder Dragon Bloodline… Inheritor…? How unexpected."

Su Xiaobai's vision blurred, his breath caught in his throat.

From the colossal skeleton, something rose—a serpentine figure, translucent like moonlight on water.

An 'Azure Dragon Spirit'.

Even in death, its presence crushed the surroundings with divine majesty. Its gaze, glowing with boundless wisdom, locked onto him.

And in that instant—Su Xiaobai understood.

This wasn't just any Azure Dragon.

It knew about his bloodline.

FUCK.

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If he could move, he would have bolted back to shore so fast he'd leave afterimages.

Because if his guess was right, then this place—these ruins, the shattered chains, and the massive skeleton—meant something far worse than he wanted to admit.

The Wei family ancestors.

They had controlled this place for generations. The ancestors of the royal clan wielded draconic power.

And if he combined the evidence in front of him…?

Su Xiaobai's stomach sank.

Either:

The Wei family sealed this dragon here, and it died imprisoned.

Or worse—they found it dying and sucked it dry, infusing its blood into themselves to strengthen their own lineage.

Both options were bad.

And now, he was standing here with Void Thunder Dragon blood in his veins, in front of a dragon who might think he's one of the bastards responsible.

How wonderful.

Maybe if he played dead—

Too late.

The serpent-like dragon spirit lowered its head, peering deep into him.

Even though it was just a remnant, the sheer weight of its gaze buried him beneath an invisible mountain.

The water shook.

This was Long Shao—the Azure Dragon Spirit that had created the Dragon Spirit Sea.