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 fallen leaf slowly drifted in the void.


The leaf seemed as if someone had cast a delaying spell on it, making its descent particularly slow.


Moreover, not only the leaf, but it seemed as if all things in this world slowed down in an instant.


"Profound Meaning of Quick and Slow?" Ji Ruobing frowned and said.


The sound of the Jade Flute echoed through heaven and earth, narrating the process of a hunter chasing its prey.


The tune was tight and tense, resembling a hurdy-gurdy.


Compelled to drink, the hurdy-gurdy urged... since ancient times, how many warriors returned from battle?


As the sound of the flute rose, even Ji Ruobing's movements were affected.


The Myriad Tribulations Cone, which was originally spinning rapidly, started to slow down.


The power of the thunder calamity appearing in the sky also weakened considerably.


The swordsman broke free from the swamp of thunder calamity, his huge sword slicing through the void.


Chapter 922 Profound Meaning of Quick and Slow, Convoy