The history of love is full of regrets.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life.
But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain!
This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King.
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In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated!
An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan!
There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus.
Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight.
There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

I Truly Am The Villian

He had just returned to his room when he saw someone sitting on the slanted window of his room.


The blood-red robe fluttered slightly in the wind.


King Qinyou, wearing a ghostly mask, watched Xu Zimei in silence.


"I've been waiting for you for a long time," he said with a hoarse voice.


"I didn't expect you to be so fast," Xu Zimei also smiled.


"When do we depart?" King Qinyou asked.


"We'll leave tomorrow, there's no rush; reaching there within three days is fine," Xu Zimei answered.


"How many strong warriors has Ancient Nether prepared for this trip to Burial Buddha Temple?"


"Three Immortal Kings, plus myself," King Qinyou replied calmly.


"Three Immortal Kings at your disposal; it seems that Ancient Nether's strength has recovered quickly," Xu Zimei commented with a laugh.


"This is the strongest force I can muster; don't think otherwise," King Qinyou quickly explained.


The formerly silent streets were also gradually coming to life.


Chapter 338 Mahayana Buddhism and Theravada Buddhism