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

"I admit the Empress is stunning, and if one were to rank the great emperors of the Era of Emperors," Xu Zimei nodded.


"It is undeniable," he said, "but the Yuan Central Continent is ancient beyond measure, and isn't the Empress herself but a speck of dust in this vast universe?"


"We are all but specks of dust," Xu Qingshan laughed.


Perhaps that is true. As individuals, they might become strong, but in the grand scheme of the Yuan Central Continent, they are truly just specks of dust.


"So, Father, I want to be a powerhouse of the Yuan Central Continent. What of the Empress?" Xu Zimei laughed.


On the platform, Baili Xiao stood there, her demeanor cold.


On the other side, Elder Dan's Holy Son, Dan Qingyang, also slowly stepped forward.


Dan Qingyang wore a loose green robe, swinging somewhat carelessly as he walked.


He walked onto the platform with a grin, looking at Baili Xiao and said, "Miss, after this fight, may I have the honor of dining with you?"


Chapter 803: Eight-Star Demon-Locking Pill