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 clenched his right hand, and endless Demonic Qi gathered in his palm.


The other self across from him was making the same movement.


Yet at that moment, Xu Zimei's figure disappeared on the spot.


The next moment, a loud "boom" was heard as the phantom across from him was thoroughly penetrated through the chest.


That other self looked at Xu Zimei with some surprise.


Xu Zimei dusted off his hands; this copy of himself was indeed impressive.


But any copy has its limits; if one's own strength is too strong, then it cannot be replicated.


Just like placing a Great Emperor here, it's doubtful that even a shadow could be replicated, let alone copying skills.


As the phantom dissipated, the space around Xu Zimei also vanished, revealing a long pathway of green clouds in front of him.


Xu Zimei walked straight toward the pathway.


Chapter 843: Sitting Idle for a Thousand Years