This was the worst possible outcome, and one the White King's will absolutely refused to bear.
It wanted to seize control of Li Moxun's body and forcibly take command of this vessel.
Li Moxun, meanwhile, relied on the resilience contained within Erii's template to resist that consciousness and preserve his own.
Although, as Li Moxun continued to grow stronger, the most likely outcome would be for the White King's consciousness to be devoured by him, its spiritual power becoming his own and making his spiritual power increasingly terrifying and powerful.
Even so, that was better than having both consciousnesses completely vanish, leaving not even the slightest possibility behind.
This was Li Moxun's final trump card.
He would not use it. At least, before Erii's consciousness fully awakened, he would absolutely not consider using this trump card.
The night passed quickly.
Gentle sunlight spilled down. A group of people had already risen to their feet in the Blacksmith Association's venue.
Tang Wulin stood there somewhat nervously, surrounded by quite a few boys and girls.
Their first test was to complete a forging within the allotted time. The requirement was simple: as long as they completed Hundred Refinement, they could advance to the next trial.
For most of the students, this was easy—one could even say exceedingly easy.
The difficult part was completing Hundred Refinement with a one hundred percent success rate, or in other words, succeeding on the first try, because the allotted time only allowed for a single attempt.
That amount of time was simply too short.
The same was true for Li Moxun.
Because within the time it took to complete Hundred Refinement, he had to directly complete Thousand Refinement, perhaps even Thousand Refinement First Grade, and then attempt Spirit Forging.
For anyone else, this would have been