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

After seven days of travel, Xu Zimei finally arrived at the place where Dragon City was located.


From a distance, the construction of this city was indeed vast and awe-inspiring.


Nine giant dragons soared straight up, and at the convergence of their heads, a sapphire blue orb emitted a dazzling light.


The city's entire shape was just like this.


About the nine dragons and the sapphire blue orb, the masters of Dragon City had never explained their meaning.


Therefore, many people in later generations had secretly speculated about it.


The Nine Dragons playing with the pearl, or perhaps a battle of divine dragons.


Arriving at the base of Dragon City, golden bricks and purple tiles, along with the thick city walls carrying the heavy breath of ancient history, rushed to meet one's face.


Every divine dragon on the perimeter of the city seemed lifelike, as if they truly existed.


Watching over every person who entered the city.


Even a faint dragon might suppressed them.


Chapter 361 Dustless Pill Master