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

"You talk as if you're some kind of philanthropist," Xu Zimei laughed.


Seeing the appearance of the old man and the middle-aged man, these Feather Clan elders were spared a terrible change.


The fourth elder hurriedly greeted, "Ancestor Kouji, Ancestor Chengfeng, what brings you here?"


The white-robed old man, also known as Ancestor Kouji, indifferently replied, "The Sect Gate is attacking the Stone Race; such an important matter, how could we not be here?"


"Indeed," the fourth elder nodded slightly.


"All these years and still no progress; you really disappoint," Ancestor Chengfeng from the side commented.


"So many against one, of the same realm, and yet, so bedraggled."


Hearing their own ancestor's words, the fourth elder slightly bowed his head.


For a moment, he was at a loss for words.


He did not dare to retort; after all, not to mention fleeing, even his life was in critical danger.


Chapter 885 Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves