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

A longsword had been thrust through his back.


The blade was positioned right at his heart, and Yu Shaoqing was standing behind him, holding the sword with both hands, his body slightly leaning, his right leg taking a half-step forward.


His black hair moved as if there was a breeze.


Time seemed to have frozen at that moment.


The sword pierced not only Elder Shipo's heart but also the heart of the Flame Giant behind him.


"You," Elder Shipo struggled to turn his head.


After uttering just one word, his body heavily fell to the ground.


"Elder Shipo," someone from the Stone Race cried out in agony.


"Yes, let's fight. If we keep going like this, our Stone Race will inevitably be finished.


What's the difference between us and the livestock they raise? They kill one of us every day."


Some people couldn't bear the collapse and began to cry with their heads in their hands.


Every battle, every hope, shattered time and again.


Chapter 878: How About I Give It a Try?