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

"Let them go," the people of the Huangfu Family bellowed, "I said, it has nothing to do with them."


It was apparent they were furious; these were the future foundations of their Huangfu Family.


"It has nothing to do with them, you say that so lightly," Xu Zimei chuckled.


"The day your Huangfu Family decided to defend this Demon Vanquishing Ridge, not a single person was innocent."


"What exactly do you want," Huangfu Long asked, looking at Xu Zimei.


"I've said it, kneel down and beg for mercy," Xu Zimei replied.


"Perhaps I might consider sparing their lives."


Hearing Xu Zimei's words, Huangfu Long fell silent.


He, Huangfu Long, had been wise his whole life, never bowing and scraping to anyone since he received the legacy of the Holy Ancestor.


Even now, for the mission of the Holy Ancestor, he could die with a blaze of glory, unyielding and unbending.


But at this moment, Huangfu Long lifted his head and looked at his family members in front of him.


Chapter 836: The Door of Sealing