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

Xu Zimei walked out of the Stone Heart Pavilion and looked up at the gloomy sky.


Misty and hazy, the entire heavens seemed like a giant beast, with thick layers of dark clouds rolling.


He opened his arms, the air was a bit cool.


A cool breeze blew from the north, and several green leaves danced in the air.


"Young Master Xu, good morning," Lu Ze came out from behind, greeting with a smile.


"Are you ready for today's great battle?" Lu Ze asked.


"To kill an ant, what preparation is needed?" Xu Zimei replied casually.


"It seems Young Master Xu is quite confident," Lu Ze's eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled softly.


"It's not about confidence. If he were Stepping into Immortality, it might be somewhat interesting.


A Divine Vein is hardly worth mentioning," Xu Zimei waved his hand dismissively.


"Brother Xu, you are also a Divine Vein," Lu Ze continued.


Xu Zimei smiled faintly, "Your curiosity seems quite strong."


Chapter 880: World-Ending Dark Night Crow