Cultivating Immortality: I Refined Myself into a Magic Treasure

As a good-for-nothing, Xuanyuan Mo was publicly dumped by his fiancée at the clan ceremony, becoming the laughingstock of the entire city.

Late at night, he gripped the strange artifact-forging furnace he had stumbled upon, his gaze growing ever more frenzied.

"If my body cannot cultivate... then I'll forge myself into the most unusual 'artifact' in this world!"

A furnace of flesh and blood, meridians for its patterns, bones for its foundation.

When Xuanyuan Mo reappeared as a "humanoid divine weapon," everyone who had once looked down on him fell to their knees in terror.

His fiancée trembled. "Y-what kind of monster are you?"

He smiled faintly, brushing his fingers over the core formation etched across his chest. "A monster? No. I am the Heavenly Dao itself."