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

All the people of the Monster-Taming Sect stood atop the Firmament.


Under Jiang Shenglong's leadership, he sat on the throne in the front, flanked by various Elders.


Each person rode a Divine Beast beneath them.


The Divine Beasts roared, their powerful beastly aura echoing in the Firmament.


"Who goes there?" Jiang Shenglong asked coldly.


"If the name is well-known, perhaps we have heard of it too."


"Just two Nameless Loose Cultivators," replied Xu Zimei, waving his hand.


"Do two Nameless Loose Cultivators dare to ascend to our Monster-Taming Sect?" Jiang Shenglong spoke indifferently.


"Do you really think we are easy to bully?"


"Why waste so many words," Xu Zimei slightly shook his head.


He threw his Tyrant Shadow from his hand.


At this moment, Xu Zimei's body flowed with golden blood, and his bones were also golden.


These Golden Bones, even if faced by a Divine Vein expert, could not be severed.


Chapter 830 Thunder Kirin Ancestor