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

With black spiritual energy slowly spreading out, a powerful swallowing power surged around Ren Pingsheng.


By now, he had completely assimilated the heritage of the Sun Devouring Emperor.


Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to enter Heavenly Dao Academy, overcoming such fierce competition.


After a long time without seeing him, he seemed to have grown much more than before.


He wore a black robe, with a cape of the same color.


The collar of the robe was high, encircling his entire neck.


His gaze was indifferent, tinged with a barely concealed anger.


His thick eyebrows were pitch-black, and faint black spiritual energy pulsed in his eyes.


The axe was pitch-black, engraved with white and purple stripes.


The entire axe bore an ancient charm, looking extremely thick and domineering.


Ren Pingsheng raised his right hand, and endless swallowing power gathered in his palm.


He threw a punch directly at his opponent.


Chapter 852: Sun Devouring Axe, Bloodthirsty Demon Shark