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

"Teacher's words are strange, we have just met for the first time, how can there be trust?" Xu Zimei smiled.


"I want to save this Vermilion Bird," Venerable Nu sighed.


He continued, "If we wait until Heavenly Dao Academy is destroyed, it will be too late to ask for the Leaf of Life.


Give it to me first, my word is absolute."


"This Vermilion Bird is very important to you, isn't it?" Xu Zimei asked.


"Important, very important," Venerable Nu said without the slightest hesitation.


Xu Zimei walked into the fiery sea of the Southern Luminous Flame, his body surrounded by swirling Demonic Qi, forming a barrier around him.


he saw several large characters engraved upon it: "The Tomb of Beloved Wife Nan Yue."


"Why ask so many questions," Venerable Nu responded dejectedly.


"If you are unwilling to give it, then forget it."


"Well, I'll trust you once," Xu Zimei said.


Chapter 850: The Story of Venerable Nu