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

When the elder broke free from the constraints of the giant net, his figure landed directly at the head of the bridge, collapsing into a pool of blood.


"Elder Guokui, are you alright?" the crowd asked, rushing forward to check on him.


"I've just burned my own essense blood to unleash our Misty Fantasy Mansion's secret technique. Now, I've only got half a life left," the white-haired elder said weakly.


"I no longer desire the opportunity inside, I just hope you all can spare this old man's life. The Misty Fantasy Mansion would be eternally grateful."


"What are you saying Elder Guokui, the situation is still unclear; we are grasshoppers on the same string and should stick together," the man in the green robe said, shaking his head.


"It seems that the young man hasn't made it over yet," the enchanting woman remarked.


Only then did everyone look up and realize that of the six who had set out, only four remained. Xu Zimei and the burly man had both died on the bridge.


Chapter 714: Seven-faced Demon General