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

The youth in gray walked slowly into the third layer.


People around did not rashly enter but looked on from the sidelines.


Majestic Buddhist chants emanated from the empty void.


Immediately after, three Buddha statues shone brightly with golden light, which together with the gray mist enveloped the youth in gray.


The youth in gray paused momentarily before rising up, dispersing the layers of mist, and easily walked past this level.


"He passed in just a few seconds?" Zhang Chou beside him was astounded, his eyes wide and mouth agape.


"Is it really that simple?" someone asked, doubtful.


The sight of another youth walking into the gray mist and golden light followed soon after.


Before even two minutes had gone by, the youth suddenly began to struggle, his hair disheveled, running out from inside as if mad.


"I am a ghost, I am a ghost," the person shouted aloud.


In the end, he exploded his Vein Gate by the side and died.


Chapter 842: Ghost Buddha's Life, Defeating Another Self