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

"Originally, I wanted to wait until Destiny had taken shape before meeting with you Saint Heirs," Blood Zeyuan said with a light chuckle.


"But now I might as well try it out; your fame has long reached my ears."


"So much nonsense," Xu Zimei shook her head slightly.


This Blood Zeyuan wasn't even a match for Xiang Kunlun, being in only the early stages of Divine Vein.


Presumably, once Destiny formed, with the support of the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, he could also reach the peak of Divine Vein and fight for Destiny.


Xu Zimei waved her hand mightily, and a gigantic hand condensed from the overwhelming Spiritual Energy charged straight towards Blood Zeyuan.


Blood Zeyuan's expression became slightly concentrated as he slowly raised the Wolf Fang Club in his hand.


The club emitted a heaven-reaching blood light.


The blood light shone all around, colliding with Xu Zimei's great hand.


Chapter 759: Endless Blood Prison