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

"This is," the crowd looked toward the center of the explosion, all with shocked expressions.


"I didn't expect there to be such an existence within Heavenly Dao Academy," Sage Banyue said with emotion.


"Heavenly Dao Academy has been established for a long time; it's not surprising that it has such beings," True Man Pudu said indifferently.


"It's just that this old man is quite interesting; even I have not heard of his name."


True Man Pudu had also borne Destiny alongside Mage Cihang; that era was already very long ago.


One could say that he had heard of many things, including many people.


"Do you still have the mind to care about others?" A woman in a white dress spoke up from the side.


Another lotus reflected the heavens, blooming with eight petals, directly turning into a rain of flowers across the sky.


"Dean, we admit you are strong, stronger than we could imagine," True Man Pudu said.


Chapter 902: The Descent of the Heavenly Buddha, Illumination by Buddha's Light