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

Upon hearing Old White Tiger's words, Hao Yunzi was slightly stunned before replying, "But I have not yet repaid the kindness of your teachings, Master. Why did you leave all those years ago without a word?"


"Child, everyone has their own path to follow, and parting is the most difficult," Old White Tiger said with a smile.


"That's also why I was reluctant to say goodbye, to spare the unnecessary heartache."


"You still have time to reminisce here," Elder Ming snorted coldly.


With a wave of his right hand, countless ghostly heads and mournful screams seeped out from the dark Spiritual Energy.


Old White Tiger lifted his head, slightly raising his eyelids.


It was clear that he was not in a good mood.


With a direct palm strike, the clouds ripped apart the mist, a towering palm descended, and the dark Spiritual Energy erupted.


Elder Ming didn't even have time to react before he was heavily smacked into the ground, sinking thousands of meters deep into the earth.


Chapter 905: Secrets of the Past