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

"Hurricane Cage," the Martial Spirit Ancestor struck again.


The howling tornado began to rage, the azure winds responding head to tail, forming a circle.


And Xu Zimei's figure was right within that circle.


"Tighten," the Martial Spirit Ancestor commanded again with a soft shout.


The breeze began to shrink its range until finally, Xu Zimei discovered that the tornado had vanished.


Yet, he was also imprisoned by this force.


Unable to move, even taking a single step was incredibly difficult.


"The ancestor is mighty," a disciple of the Haotian Sect shouted from the side.


"Search him for the tokens," the Martial Spirit Ancestor ordered.


Before the disciples could approach, thunderbolts began to coil around Xu Zimei's body.


The myriad laws of the world, all things inherently oppose each other.


Like the intangible, the wind is formless, though it does not belong to the Five Elements, it is restrained by thunderbolts.


Chapter 1302: The Arrival of Demon Venerable Tianpeng