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

Xu Zimei retreated several meters back, while the figure of Chaos was sent tumbling away.


Chaos roared in fury, its abdomen sparking with Thunderbolts, and a crimson Torrent surged toward Xu Zimei.


The Tyrant Shadow Blade in Xu Zimei's hand radiated Blade Intent, and its broad blade directly blocked the Torrent.


The Torrent grew increasingly fierce, engaging in a relentless showdown with Xu Zimei.


After a brief stalemate, the Torrent suddenly exploded, sending Xu Zimei's figure flying backwards.


On the walls of Flame Stone City, Qin Haoshi anxiously asked, "Should we go and help Young Master Xu?"


"That's pointless; we'd only create chaos and die in vain," Mr. Wen replied.


"This isn't a battle we belong in. It's best to observe carefully and let things unfold."


"Agreed. Instead, let's pour our Power of Vows to assist Young Master Xu as much as we can," someone else chimed in.


Everyone sat cross-legged, channeling their Power of Vows into the Divine Blade bit by bit.


Chapter 1204: The Death of Chaos, End of the Play