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

From the outside, no one could imagine just how important the contents inside were.


As the Nine Suns Loose Man approached Ruofa Hall step by step, his figure suddenly stopped at the doorway.


The sound of footsteps echoed with a "clack, clack, clack."


Xu Zimei appeared, walking out from a side path.


"Well, what a lively scene," Zimei said with a smile upon witnessing this spectacle.


"And who might you be?" the Nine Suns Loose Man asked with a frown.


"Don't be nervous; I'm just here to watch the excitement," Zimei gestured with his hand, assuringly.


"Seeking death," the Nine Suns Loose Man snorted coldly, waving his right hand, and a sun hanging on the edge of the sky turned into a meteorite.


Zimei extended his right fist, which was enveloped in Creation Force, and threw a powerful punch.


With a "boom," the entire sky trembled violently.


The vast sun was shattered by Zimei's punch.


Zimei twisted his neck, chuckling, "Is that all?"


Chapter 910: Nine Suns Heaven Refining, Ten Suns in the Sky