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 don't know the whole story," some well-informed people uttered. "When Ancestor Yuelong was young, he encountered a Golden Dragon. 


That Golden Dragon was only in its youth, its mother lying dead beside it. 


Ancestor Yuelong stripped the dragon bone and replaced it with his own. What difference is there now between him and a Divine Dragon?"


"Some speculate that with two Divine Dragons in the mix, Xu Zimei would hardly make a splash."


The Divine Dragon that Ancestor Yuelong had transformed into hovered in the firmament, its emotionless pupils fixated on Xu Zimei.


"You should die," a hoarse voice emanated from the depths of a throat.


Xu Zimei smiled and, wielding the Golden Dragon like a whip, he lashed out towards Ancestor Yuelong.


Ancestor Yuelong roared in fury. The dragon's wail shook heaven and earth, shattering layers upon layers of space.


His massive body took the blow brutally with Xu Zimei, even if his scales shattered and blood gushed forth.


Chapter 823: The Blade Rises, Heads Fall