The Nine Tribulations Azure Sword

On the day I transmigrated, I became the demon-suppressing vessel hunted by all three realms

On a stormy night on an antique street, Lin Wanfeng crossed into the world of immortal cultivation with a fragment of a bronze sword in his hand. He soon discovered that his right eye could see through the secrets of fate, while an ancient demon seed lay buried in his left chest.

The Night Patrol Office claimed he was the reincarnation of a traitor from the Xuan Zhen Temple. The demonic path believed he was the sacrifice needed to resurrect Taotie. Worse still:

Whenever he used his Candle Dragon Eye to glimpse life and death, a hundred people lost years from their lives. Whenever he unleashed his sword spirit to kill, the finger bones beneath the Demon-Suppressing Well awakened a little more.

“Within three months, either you cut your way through the three realms and attain sainthood...” The limping charcoal peddler tore open his chest, revealing bronze chains. “Or you become the next demon to destroy the world.”

As memories from nine cycles of reincarnation began to return, Lin Wanfeng discovered:

The patriarch who had personally sealed Taotie three hundred years ago had the same face as him.

The Night Patrol Office, hailed as the leader of the righteous path, had the corpses of nine innate Dao physiques chained up in its dungeons.

And the woman in the palace lantern who taught him swordsmanship in his sea of consciousness every night was the very one he had slain with his sword all those years ago...