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

Surrounding him, a profound and peculiar aura slowly enveloped the area.


"Mountains need not be high; their renown grows with the presence of immortals," Xiang Kunlun spoke slowly.


A majestic mountain gradually emerged behind him.


This mountain was divided by the energies of yin and yang, vast and imposing.


From atop Mount Kunlun, the heavenly winds descend, and the flute sings through the twenty-four bridges."


As his words fell, the spectral image of the mountain behind him began to clarify.


"Mount Kunlun, the Nine Revolutions Yin Yang Skill," Xiang Kunlun slightly lifted his hands upward.


In that moment, he seemed to lift the mountain over his head, as if raising the firmament itself.


Atop Mount Kunlun, black and white streams of yin and yang energies intertwined and merged.


They formed two beams of yin and yang light that surged mightily toward the heavens.


Chapter 747: Though I Die, I Remain the Heavenly Emperor's Saint Heir