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

"Let's go and take a look," Da Zhi the monk said.


Xu Zimei nodded and said, "Since we came to help the Stone Race, let's resolve this as soon as possible."


The crowd followed the throng toward the location of the challenge.


This was the entrance to the Stone Holy Mountain.


Many tribespeople had already gathered, and the area was exceptionally noisy with people discussing fervently.


Xu Zimei found a vantage point and looked straight ahead.


There in front, the opposing side too was a crowding mass of people, coming with an aggressive momentum.


The leader of the Feather Clan was none other than their current Clan Leader, Yu Feihuang.


He was dressed in a white robe, with wings folded behind him, exuding immense authority and creating an invisible pressure around him.


His facial features were stately, radiating a dignified aura without showing anger.


The edges of his white robe appeared like layers of clouds rolling upwards, its design unique and innovative.


Chapter 877 Yu Shaoqing, Stone Shatters Heaven Shaking