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 looked up at the scene inside the doorway.


At this moment, more than one hundred thousand people were kneeling and bowing to him, a dense crowd carrying a mighty Demonic Qi.


The Prison Suppressor Demon Body within him stirred even more wildly as the Demonic Qi roared towards him.


"Everyone, rise," Xu Zimei said, lifting his hand.


With a "rumbling" sound, countless people stood up, their gazes burning as they looked at Xu Zimei.


"I have come here to understand some things," Xu Zimei stated.


"My lord has any doubts, feel free to ask," the Zen Nightmare Demon General hurriedly replied.


"What was the Demon Race like in the previous epochs, or rather, what were those times like?" Xu Zimei inquired.


There always seem to be people, and some fragments of memories appearing in my mind."


Chapter 838: The Past of the Demon Race