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

In Divine Martial Country, under the governance of Stone Ink County on the Divine Continent, the sixteen-year-old boy, Zhang Shun, headed for Mingyang Mountain outside the county with an umbrella over his shoulder and a bamboo basket on his back, early in the great Qing morning.


Despite the torrential rain that had been pouring down ceaselessly for over a month, there was still no sign of it letting up.


Some said it was the heavens showing their might, venting their fury upon mortals.


Others claimed it was the work of monstrous beings.


In short, opinions were varied, and people chose to stay at home rather than venture out.


But now, Zhang Shun had no choice but to go up the mountain in search of herbs.


His mother had been bedridden for more than half a month without medicine, and, with nothing of value at home, he couldn't afford the medicinal herbs from the apothecary.


If things continued like this, he feared his mother wouldn't survive the rainy season.


Chapter 825 Entering the Great Era of Immortal Cultivation