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

"Did you see that young man?" Shi Jian said.


Following the direction of the finger, Xu Zimei saw a young man in a blue shirt sitting on a cushion, his face resolute.


He was listening intently to what the woman at the head was saying.


The youth exuded an ethereal aura, with a blue sword strapped to his back.


"What's the matter?" Xu Zimei nodded, asking in confusion.


"His name is Feng Xiaoxi. He is this generation's most hopeful contender for Destiny at our Heavenly Dao Academy," Shi Jian introduced.


"Among the younger generation, he is highly esteemed."


"Not bad," Xu Zimei surveyed the young man and remarked.


"And there is the woman in red on the left," Shi Jian once again pointed to another person and said.


"She is the Direct Disciple of the Dean, named Bai Lin, also one of the top figures in our academy."


This small hall had nearly gathered all the upper echelons of the Heavenly Dao Academy.


Chapter 890: Guarding the Myriad Treasures Pavilion