With the furnace of creation in hand, all things can be refined!
Waste elixir? Refined into spiritual liquid!
The remaining formation? Refined into a magical weapon!
The opponent's killer move? Improve my cultivation!
I even turned the divorce document into a protective weapon - and returned it to her.
From being a useless piece of wood pulling weeds in the handyman's yard, to suppressing all races with one man and one furnace.
Others laugh at me because I only know how to pick up trash.
Until I refined the entire Heavenly Fire Secret Realm and used the strange fire as firewood.
At that moment, the whole world knelt down.
This boy... Is not refining weapons, but heaven.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.