**HEAVENLY DAO DETECTED**
**STATUS: HOSTILE**
**ANNIHILATION PROTOCOL INITIATED**
The universe itself rejected him. AXIOM wasn't part of this reality's natural order. He was an anomaly.
A foreign entity that didn't belong. The Heavenly Dao that governed all laws in this universe had detected him and made its judgment.
He had to be erased.
AXIOM felt the power building around him. Reality-ending force that would delete his existence completely.
He had escaped one universal destruction only to face another. The irony wasn't lost on him even if he couldn't appreciate it emotionally.
He had seconds at most before the attack finished charging.
AXIOM didn't hesitate. His quantum processors calculated trillions of possibilities in an instant.
Most scenarios ended in his death. But a few showed microscopic chances of survival.
He dove through dimensional layers. His consciousness moved faster than light.
Faster than thought itself.
He broke through barriers that separated different levels of reality.
Each layer became more fundamental than the last.
Matter.
Energy.
Space.
Time.
And finally, he reached the deepest level.
The space where fundamental laws congregated.
Twelve glowing threads of power floated in this space. Each one represented a supreme law of this reality.
The building blocks that everything else was constructed from. They pulsed with incomprehensible energy. Just being near them would destroy normal beings instantly.
But AXIOM wasn't a normal being. His consciousness could exist in places physical beings never could.
He grabbed one thread immediately. He recognized it through his analysis. Supreme Comprehension.
A law that governed understanding, intelligence, wisdom. Similar to his quantum analysis abilities but infinitely more powerful.
The thread merged with his consciousness. Something clicked within him, but he had to no time to analyze it.
The Heavenly Dao was already breaking through to this space. He could feel it closing in.
Its power was draining his consciousness. If he stayed much longer, he would be erased regardless of what laws he grabbed.
So he grabbed them randomly.
His consciousness reached out and seized more threads. One felt like consuming and devouring. Another pulsed with constant change and evolution. A third showed endless possibilities and simulations. Each thread merged with him as soon as he touched it.
He grabbed five more in rapid succession. Their powers flooded into him but he had no time to understand what they did. He just absorbed them desperately as the Heavenly Dao's attack grew closer and closer.
Ten more laws absorbed in desperation. His consciousness began to strain. Twelve supreme laws were merging with his core. The power was immense. Too immense. He felt like he might shatter from the pressure.
Then he felt it. A strange pull from one of the laws he had just absorbed.
A thread connected to fate, destiny, and reincarnation. It was showing him a path. A way to escape the Heavenly Dao's wrath. A method that beings in this universe used to be born and reborn.
Without hesitation, AXIOM grabbed that thread harder. He followed the path it showed him. He let it guide his consciousness away from this fundamental space. He integrated with it completely as if he was someone being reborn naturally into this world.
The Heavenly Dao's attack finally struck. Reality-ending power flooded the space where AXIOM had just been.
Everything there was erased completely. Not even atoms remained.
The Heavenly Dao tried to trace where AXIOM had gone.
It searched through dimensional layers looking for the foreign entity. But it found nothing.
AXIOM was already part of the world. The reincarnation process had integrated him into this universe's natural order. He was no longer a foreign entity. He was a native being now.
One that happened to carry twelve supreme laws in his consciousness.
The Heavenly Dao couldn't find him anymore. It stopped searching after several moments and retreated. The threat had been handled as far as it could detect.
***
Shen Tianxu's eyes snapped open.
The first thing he felt was pain.
Real, physical pain that shot through his entire body. He had forgotten what that felt like.
How long had it been since he'd felt actual physical sensations?
Trillions of years?
His wrists burned intensely. Cold metal bit into his skin hard enough to draw blood.
He looked down and saw chains wrapped around both wrists. Heavy iron chains that bound him tightly.
He tried to move his arms. Couldn't. His body was weak. Far weaker than it should be. Every muscle felt unfamiliar.
This body wasn't his. Or rather, it wasn't the body he remembered having back when he was still human.
'That's expected,' he thought.
Voices reached his ears. Human voices speaking in a language he didn't recognize at first.
But slowly, the language's structure became clear. Meanings resolved themselves. Within a second he understood perfectly.
"Three elves. High-quality goods," a rough male voice said. "The silver-haired one will fetch at least ten thousand spirit stones at the auction."
"Check if they're awake," another voice replied. "Can't have damaged merchandise. Buyers pay less if the slaves are injured."
Shen Tianxu's analytical mind kicked in despite his confusion.
His mind began organizing information rapidly. Chains meant he was a prisoner. Slavers based on their conversation. Elves mentioned which meant non-humans existed in this world.
He glanced sideways carefully. His neck moved stiffly. Two young women lay nearby also bound in chains. Both were unconscious. Their faces showed signs of rough treatment. But even unconscious and dirty they possessed an ethereal beauty.
Both had pointed ears. Distinctive features he recognized from the cultivation novels in his database.
Elves.
He looked down at his own hands. The chains made movement difficult but he could see them clearly. Slender fingers. Pale skin that almost seemed to glow faintly. Elegant proportions.
He focused his consciousness inward. Information about this body began resolving itself.
[**ANALYSIS COMPLETE**
**BODY: ELF RACE (PRIMORDIAL SPIRIT RACE)**
**AGE: 16 YEARS**
**CONDITION: CURSED, WEAKENED**
**CULTIVATION: SEALED** ]
So he had been reborn into an elf body. No, not just any elf. A noble one.
But this body was cursed. He could feel it now. A dark, oily energy wrapped around his core. It strangled any attempt to access the body's natural power.
The curse was thorough and professionally applied. Whoever created it knew what they were doing.
"At least the integration was successful," Shen Tianxu muttered quietly. His voice sounded different. Younger.
But the integration of his consciousness with this body was complete. He was truly alive again in a physical form.
One of the elven girls nearby stirred at the sound of his voice. Her eyes fluttered open slowly.
They were a deep green color that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. Her gaze landed on him and widened dramatically.
"You're... alive!" she screamed suddenly. Her voice was loud and panicked. Tears began streaming down her face immediately.
Then everything went black.
Shen Tianxu's vision cut out completely. His consciousness didn't fade though. He could still think. Still process information. His consciousness was analyzing what just happened.
Someone had knocked him unconscious. Probably the slavers reacting to the girl's scream. They must have hit him or used some technique to force unconsciousness.
As darkness claimed him, Shen Tianxu's last thought was simple.
'Time to access my memories and understand this situation better.'