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

"Other factions from Imperial Rule Immortal Sect sent only a few Elders to participate, their main forces are not within the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect," Gong Yuner replied.


"You should understand what I mean, only the Baili Family can contend with us."


"Won't they ask for reinforcements?" the monk Da Zhi snorted coldly.


"I don't believe that your Extraterritorial Extreme Palace can easily take down an Imperial Rule Immortal Sect."


"I'm also not afraid to tell you that the void in this world has already been imprisoned by us, any form of request for help cannot be transmitted."


Hearing this, the monk Da Zhi's face finally changed slightly.


The opponent dared to come, which must mean they were well-prepared.


If the situation was true, then they would be trapped like turtles in a jar, with no possibility of escape.


"What do you want us to do?" the monk Da Zhi glanced at Xu Zimei.


Seeing that Xu Zimei did not speak, he turned his head and asked.


Chapter 805: Purpose and Decisive Battle