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 Bury the Heavens Blade came cleaving down, the boundless blood mist also appeared to tear briefly apart.


The hidden skull was somewhat astonished by this scene.


Then, with the Tyrant Shadow being raised and falling again, the skull was directly suppressed in place.


The space around had been completely torn open by the Blade Qi, and the curved blade was growing larger in front of their eyes.


With a "boom," Xu Zimei's long blade, carrying endless waves of force, came crashing down like a storm.


The moment the explosion sounded, it was accompanied by a burst of agonized screams.


Immediately after, the skull shattered, and the blood mist began to dissipate slowly.


Xu Zimei, holding the Tyrant Shadow, walked step by step towards Xue Zeyuan.


Xue Zeyuan stood up again, his body now segmented like a worm and coming apart in chunks.


Chapter 760: Return to the True Martial Holy Sect