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

Xu Zimei steadied his stance, gazing at the position of the gate.


An overwhelming Imperial might diffused from it.


At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent.


Countless majestic figures rose from the seal, stepping into the void.


These figures seemed to suppress the nine heavens and ten earths, sweeping across the desolate universe from ancient times.


All was dead silent between heaven and earth.


Endless Imperial might descended to suppress everything.


This was the seal left here by the emperors of past ages; not to mention Xu Zimei, even Bai Meng could not break this seal.


Unless Bai Meng could forcefully break through the tenth Vein Gate, then there might be a possibility.


The figures in the sky, each one commanded vast Imperial might.


Each phantom represented a Great Emperor.


Some bore Curved Blades, their Blade Prison like a sea, engulfing the entire firmament.


Some crossed the River of Time, traveling through several epochs, walking within destiny.


Chapter 837: Seal of the Emperors, Gathering of the Demonic Skills,