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

With Gong Yuner's words coming to an end, the scene immediately exploded into commotion.


"Spare all their lives?" Such an idea was nothing short of a joke to everyone present.


Each one of them was a key figure in the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, be they Elders, Deputy Sect Masters, or even the Sect Master.


Usually, they held positions of high authority, lofty and exalted, accustomed not to flattering others, but to being flattered.


"Little child, do you even know what you're saying," someone said indifferently.


"You probably haven't realized your situation yet, this is not your Imperial Rule Immortal Sect," Gong Yuner said with a laugh, clapping her hands.


The next moment, the entire Heavenly Primordial small world began to tremble.


From the spot where Da Zhi the monk had buried the Crystal Stones, seven beams of light shot up into the sky, piercing into the heavens.


An impressive power melding into the firmament above, "boom boom boom" echoed all around.


Chapter 808: Battle of the Younger Generation of the Eastern Continent