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

"Come on," Gong Yuner said indifferently.


Tian Mozi slowly drew his long blade from his waist.


The blade was three feet long, its sharpness fully revealed, with a faint black Demonic Qi entwining around it.


"I'll use my strongest move, and if I lose, I'll leave without further trouble," Tian Mozi said calmly.


As his voice fell, a surge of Demonic Qi suddenly floated around him.


Behind him, a shadowy figure formed from concentrated Demonic Qi appeared.


Xu Zimei watched with interest; this Tian Mozi truly lived up to his name, having entered the path of demons.


It was unknown what kind of fortuitous encounter he had to mistakenly join the Demon Race.


Such a member of the Demon Race was considered one of the same lineage as Xu Zimei, not like those who practiced beyond their means and entered the Demonic Path.


Tian Mozi suddenly opened his eyes with a "hum."


It was as if a breeze had passed; the Demonic Qi around him floated up along with it.


Chapter 810: The Intent of a Hundred Weapons