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

Just like the Divine Emperor from long ago, who was blasted to death by three Great Emperors from the lower realms.


Although the price paid was steep, the beings from Heaven Beyond Heavens could finally descend upon Yuan Central Continent.


"World-weary Divine Girl, huh," Xu Zimei murmured.


He couldn't see the person's face clearly, from the outline, he could only tell it was a woman.


The World-weary Divine Girl was concealed in the void, her surroundings seemingly enshrouded by a mist.


Indistinguishable in truth and uncertain in gender.


This kind of fight would require summoning Bai Meng and the others.


"Who summons me?" A cold voice arose from the void.


The voice, like a vast proclamation from the Great Dao, spread throughout heaven and earth, reaching everyone's ears.


"Divine Girl, we are your believers," the Heaven Inheriting Elders promptly knelt down and said respectfully.


Chapter 792: Nirvana Beads