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

"Heaven Inheriting Elder, are you alright?" Ancestor Yingtian hastily asked.


Only to see Heaven Inheriting Elder weakly stand up.


Although there was no concern for his life, with his True Fate shattered, his body's weakness was still evident, and he now lacked the ability to fight.


He looked at Xu Zimei and said, "I have been defeated."


"Victory or defeat doesn't matter, hand over the Nirvana Beads, or else today I will annihilate the Divine Maiden Palace," said Xu Zimei indifferently.


"Do you really think that we are the only strongest presences of the Red Dust Palace, one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands?"


Heaven Inheriting Elder stood up and said faintly.


"If there were only a few of us old bones, we would have probably been dismantled by others long ago, how then would we bear the name of a Forbidden Land?"


"Just say what you want to say, no need for implications," Xu Zimei waved his hand, speaking impatiently.


Chapter 791 Terror Descends