The Weapon Refining Roll Can No Longer Be Moved, so I Have to Forge My Body to Become an Immortal.

Many years later, facing the Jidao Emperor's soldiers, Emperor Ye Xuan of Forging Heaven will think of that distant afternoon when he smelted immortal gold into his body and became a saint. This is a world where only weapons can be refined. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth dissipates and only remains in the spiritual iron. Without the natal soul weapon, it is impossible to use the spiritual power in it to practice. Ye Xuan, a young weapon refiner born in a small town, was a rare awakener of a divine spiritual weapon in the Suzaku Kingdom for a century. However, at the critical moment of breaking through the phase condensation state, the spiritual power in the spiritual weapon reversed, destroying the Dantian meridians, and became a "waste". One step failed, the door was left in the cold, the childhood sweetheart's first love immediately switched to the young master of a famous family, and the once brilliant young talent came to a gloomy end. "Don't be discouraged, son, it's good to be blacksmithing with dad." The simple old father took out a shabby family biography "The Art of Casting". Ye Xuan was stunned by the first sentence at the beginning: "Heaven and earth are the furnace, and the body is the weapon; refining the weapon and forging the body are from the same ancestry and origin!" "Dad, are you hiding something from me, like whether there was a Forging Emperor in our family or something?" ........... "This body training is much more mindless than weapon refining. The book says that if the legendary scarred daisy is smelted in a deep and fiery place, it is possible to forge the legendary amplification fragment?" ........... "Master, Ye Xuan swallowed the glazed fairy gold directly!" "Run quickly, he used the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire! No, is he burning himself?" "Young child Ye Xuan, if you dare to steal the immortal gold from my weapon refiner, I will kill you directly!" "The Weapon Refining Heavenly Lord? Watch me blow up your natal cauldron with one punch!" (No system, wild flow, fast pace, group portrait)