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

When he arrived at the Divine Continent, in the void, five Spiritual Pearls revolved and floated around Xu Zimei.


These five Spiritual Pearls emitted a formidable aura.


After the five were gathered, it was as if there was some mysterious connection between them, and five different types of Spiritual Energy permeated from them.


They formed a large circle, enveloping Xu Zimei within it.


"The Great Era of Immortal Cultivation," Xu Zimei murmured.


He extended his right hand and made a ninety-degree spin in mid-air, causing the five Spiritual Pearls to soar into the sky with great momentum.


At that moment, the world darkened, all things lost their luster, and the sky trembled with the wind and clouds; suddenly, sand and stones flew, and a storm with howling winds and torrential rains struck.


All living beings on the Divine Continent looked towards the sky, as if the end of days had arrived, each one puzzled and at a loss.


Chapter 801: The Advent of the Great Era of Immortal Cultivation