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

The robed figure was fleeing desperately.


The battle had taken a lot out of him, and even though he had pushed his body to its limits, he still dared not stop.


He still didn't know exactly what kind of monster they were facing.


Although they had some understanding before coming, the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect was bound to be extraordinary.


But the three of them, at the pinnacle of their Divine Vein's power and with years of practice in their combined techniques, should have been nearly sure of victory.


He just hadn't expected to be defeated so utterly.


"Damn it, no wonder they offered such a high price," the robed figure cursed under his breath.


Just then, his pupils constricted, and his steps faltered to a stop.


Snow fluttered down, and the icy wind cut to the bone across the endless plain.


Xu Zimei's figure stood casually at the front, smiling at the robed figure running towards him.


Chapter 769 Monk Da Zhi