Reincarnation Cultivation: You Say I Am a Resurrection Vessel?

In the grass of Xuantie Sword Tomb, a baby wrapped in rags clenched his fists. He didn't know that the dark red mark imprinted on the Dantian was the verdict of "against fate" carved by Heaven himself - an abandoned baby with all its meridians, and even its breathing was being rejected by the laws of heaven and earth. The old blacksmith's hammer has been pounding for eighteen years, but it cannot break the stubbornness in his bones; the fire of the black iron furnace has been roasting for eighteen years, but it cannot roast the unwillingness in his eyes. Until that night, the mark suddenly burned through the flesh and blood, and the swords of the three avenues pierced the night sky of the small mountain village at the same time - it turned out that what was sealed in his body was not some remnant soul, but the "ancient bloodline" that could overturn the entire world of cultivation! So what if the pulse is broken? So what if it's backlashed by the law of heaven? Lin Mo bites the blood foam and rushes into the pursuit formation, but in a desperate situation, he touches the crack of fate - the sword of Chu Zhaozhao, the princess of Northern Xinjiang, cuts off the chain around his neck, saying that he is "the traitor who has been waiting for three hundred years in Yunyan Pavilion"; Su Qingyi, the courtesan of the Red Sleeve Tower, wraps his bleeding wound with a scarf, and the demonic fragrance wafting from her sleeves hides the sentence "The art of soul-possession is only passed down to blood relatives." When he faced the foundation-building monk's thunder strike in the body refining stage and swallowed the thunder into his Dantian; when he overturned the elder who was chasing him in the Qi Condensation stage, and the other party shouted in horror, "This is a madman who wants to go against the way of heaven" - everyone was shocked to realize that the abandoned baby who was thrown in the sword tomb had already tempered the word "waste vein" into a blade that pierced the sky. The remnant soul of the ancient war god awakened in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the laws of heaven shattered into light in his meridians.