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

"If anyone makes a mistake, I will not be lenient."


The people of the Demon Race around were all silent as cicadas in winter.


Demon Sound Elder looked around and nodded in satisfaction.


Suddenly, with a wave of his big hand, it seemed like a Void Gate opened, and the Demonic Qi above began to surge.


A beam of dawn descended from it, and where the light shone, an undulating Avenue to Heaven formed.


The avenue was black, and the surrounding void was also black.


The void around it began to ripple, and started to collapse, with the silhouette of demons beginning to appear.


These demons clawed and fanged, looking exceptionally fierce.


"Please go in, everyone," Demon Sound Elder said.


The crowd divided into teams of five, and began to sprint towards the Void Gate.


"Let's hold hands; when the time comes, we will be transmitted together," Wang Li, appearing to have some understanding, said.


The few did not object, each holding hands, and stepped into the Void Gate.


Chapter 1316: There is No Inheritance Here, The Heavenly Dao Does Not Care