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

"Demon Race corpse," Xu Zimei murmured as he looked at the body.


Thereupon, Huangfu Xianyue took out a small box, inside which a pale white flame was burning fiercely.


"This is Bone-Burning Flame, one of the flames mastered by the Divine Race, specially designed to counter Demon Bodies," Huangfu Xianyue explained.


No sooner had she opened the box than the flame poured onto the skeleton like molten lava, viscous in nature.


Upon contact with the skeleton, it ignited like fuel, causing the flames to burn even more ferociously.


This was a lengthy process; the fire burned for a good half a quarter of an hour before it finally consumed the skeleton completely.


What remained of the skeleton was nothing but a puddle of black liquid.


Then, Huangfu Xianyue took out a small barrel of spring water, merely smelling which gave off a refreshing and invigorating sensation, suggesting it was no ordinary substance.


Chapter 658: The Dragon's Might