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

A cage-like circular cage stood atop the earth. 


The surroundings were filled with gloomy monster winds.


Inside the cage, the figure of the Heavenly Cang Demon Roc was trapped.


Its claws swept across the cage; its wings flapped vigorously in flight, but the cage seemed to possess a force.


Whenever it touched the cage, it was shocked back down.


"You trash, release me now, and later you might get a quick death."


"The ten ancestral masters are no longer here, you can't trap me, why bother with this futile effort?"


"Hey, you blind man over there, I'm talking to you, hurry up and let me out."


"And you, old fool, old and dying, did you hear me talking?"


As soon as Xu Zimei entered the inner courtyard, he heard the loud shouts of the Heavenly Cang Demon Roc.


This didn't seem like a Demon King at all.


It was more like a shrew scolding the streets.


Chapter 912: Chaos Begins to Divide, Yin and Yang Split Dawn and Dusk