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

Azure Mountain still stands, through many a sunsetting red.


Having been away so long, even venturing to the Eternal Ancient Continent, Xu Zimei found that the True Martial Holy Sect remained unchanged for ten thousand years.


Upon Azure Mountain Peak, the green trees were lush and thriving, seemingly having grown several meters taller than when he had left, with dense branches and flourishing leaves.


He tucked away the Dark Heaven Tiger and made his way along the path up Azure Mountain Peak.


At the peak, the scenery was pleasant, with a gentle breeze blowing softly.


The small river flowed slowly, its water clear to the bottom, and red carp tumbled within it.


"Mo Er," Wenren Yun exclaimed in surprise.


"Mother," Xu Zimei called out with a smile.


"You child, once you leave, it's for several years, never thinking to come home more often," Wenren Yun complained.


A cough rang out, and Xu Qingshan emerged from the thatched cottage up ahead.


Chapter 761: The Past