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

Two different flames were burning fiercely.


Everywhere they passed, the land was a mess, with everything scorched to ashes.


Even a glance from an ordinary person could melt their eyes.


Temperatures exceeding tens of thousands of degrees enveloped the surroundings.


It was like a tornado, sweeping in from all directions, encircling Xu Zimei at the center point.


Even someone as strong as Zimei could feel the intense heat, causing drops of sweat to form on his forehead.


He raised his hands above his head, and the two flames merged together, then intertwined and rose higher and higher.


They coalesced into a real Flame Dragon tornado.


In the process of spinning, the tornado gradually fused together.


And finally, everything surged towards that crimson Vermilion Bird heart.


Zimei carefully controlled the flames, as the control of the fire had to be very precise.


Too little and the heart could not be activated.


Chapter 868: Heading to the Stone Race Battlefield