To Cultivate Immortality, I Refine Myself into a Magic Weapon

As a good-for-nothing, Xuanyuan Mo's engagement was canceled in public at the family ceremony, and he became the laughing stock of the whole city. Late at night, he clenched the strange weapon-refining furnace he accidentally got in his hand, his eyes gradually going crazy. "Since the physical body cannot practice... Then refine me into the most special 'weapon' in the world!" A melting pot of flesh and blood, meridians become patterns, and bones become foundations. When Xuanyuan Mo reappeared in the form of a "humanoid divine weapon", those who had once despised him knelt down in fear. The fiancee trembled: "You, what kind of monster are you?" He chuckled and stroked the core formation pattern on his chest: "Monster? No, I am the 'Dao of Heaven'."