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

Both of them looked around, there were thousands of ice sculptures, and even more densely packed at the mountaintop. 


More and more sculptures began to awaken. 


Upon seeing Xu Zimei and his companion, a furious roar erupted. 


"Those who offend Huang Nation shall die!"


Countless statues marched in neat steps towards Xu Zimei and his companion. 


"What should we do?" Da Zhi the monk quickly asked. 


"Every man for himself," Zimo laughed and sprinted towards the mountaintop. 


Despite their strength and coordinated movements, the sculptures were ultimately no match in power. 


Xu Zimei was almost advancing one punch at a time, racing towards the mountaintop. 


Seeing this, Da Zhi's gaze shifted slightly, and with a light shout, "Boundless Heavenly Venerate," 


his body grew dozens of times larger, as did the Daoist robe he was wearing. 


With each stride, he covered tens of meters, quickly following in Xu Zimei's footsteps. 


Chapter 772 Way of Inquiry Seventeen Forms, Slaying the Divine