I Truly Am The Villian

Xu Zimei’s soul awakened once more, reborn into a world he once knew—armed with memories etched in blood and the immense power he cultivated across lifetimes.

Yet something was… wrong.

Rebirth stories were always about heroes rising from ashes, weren’t they? Why, then, had he returned as the so-called antagonist?

Thus began the tale of an “evil” man rewriting fate—one ruthless step at a time—toward his ascension as the Sovereign of Demons.

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This was a time when celestial energy surged and divine arts echoed across the world.

At Willow Bank River, an old master from the True Martial Sacred Sect sat quietly fishing. Suddenly, a deep, resonant roar shattered the calm. Thousands of koi leaped toward the sky, smashing open the gate to ascension. One among them morphed into an immeasurable Golden Dragon, slicing through the heavens like a silver streak across twilight.

Titans walked the earth, mapping the stars with each stride. Monks, weathered by silence and time, attained instant enlightenment after millennia of meditation—clouds turned auspicious, and the very laws of magic hummed in reverence.

Blood moons replaced the stars, and radiant arcs of light tore open the sky.

A lone swordsman wandered with only a wooden blade on his back. A single flick of his sleeve ruptured mountain ranges and altered river courses.

And in the shadows of a bustling city, a disheveled beggar clutching nothing but a snapped willow branch dared challenge the might of a sect guarded by three imperial rulers.