High-Level Spirit Words

The technique behind Hundred Refinement was very simple. It was the most basic tempering of metal, and the difficulty of that tempering was not especially high.

As Li Moxun tightened both hands around the forging hammer, the Titan Snow Demon King Martial Soul appeared behind him, and ultimate strength erupted in an instant.

With ultimate power at his disposal, forging that was very difficult for ordinary people could only be called acceptable for Li Moxun.

His hammer smashed down onto a piece of the most basic Dark Iron on the forging platform, and the Dark Iron trembled faintly for an instant.

Through the perception of his spiritual power, Li Moxun's second and third strikes fell almost without any interval.

Then came the fourth strike. As four consecutive hammer blows landed, the metal began to tremble faintly, and a strange force started to surge from within it.

The next second, Li Moxun lit the forge. A scorching hiss came from it, and the forge began to tremble slightly, while Li Moxun followed with the fifth strike, then the sixth.

Hundred Refinement was even easier than Li Moxun had imagined. Relying on his powerful spiritual power and ultimate strength, every hammer blow of his reached its limit.

Compared with others, who needed to stack up force constantly, increasing their strength hammer after hammer to get through the initial difficulty...

For Li Moxun, one hammer was enough.

After he truly began the Hundred Refinement forging process, Li Moxun learned the basics of Hundred Refinement very quickly.

As time passed minute by minute and second by second, two hours later, Li Moxun stood there holding a piece of freshly forged Dark Iron. At that moment, the Dark Iron was giving off a sizzling sound.

The Dark Iron had only just been forged, and its temperature was still around a hundred degrees.

But when that scorching heat struck Li Moxun's arm, it caused no change at all. White downy fur had grown over his hand.

Holding that piece of Dark Iron and sensing the degree to which it had been forged, Li Moxun could confirm that this metal had already reached Hundred Refinement.

This was Li Moxun's first piece of Hundred Refinement metal, so it still held great significance for him.

By the time the first piece of metal was completed, it was already noon. After casually eating a meal near the Blacksmith Association, Li Moxun continued practicing in the afternoon.

The forging continued until night. During that time, he successfully completed the forging of Hundred Refinement metal two more times.

And after roughly these four days—three days of study and one day of practice—Li Moxun was already thoroughly familiar with Hundred Refinement forging.

He had even memorized every one of his movements with his spiritual power, and could already achieve Hundred Refinement with a one hundred percent success rate.

As for the next step, Thousand Refinement, according to Li Moxun's own calculations, it would take him half a month at most to complete it.

That level of difficulty would require others several months, or even several years, yet he needed less than half a month.

Li Moxun was very satisfied with his talent in forging.

However, he had no intention of continuing to forge over the next few days. The Zero avatar he had currently prepared still had three days of existence left.

And his spiritual power had already recovered by a little less than half; he was already very close to one thousand points.

Although he could not create another avatar with simple consciousness, he could still create an avatar controlled by himself. When the time came, with two avatars acting together, Li Moxun felt it would be safer.

As he thought this, Li Moxun yawned and lay down on the bed somewhat tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

The mental exhaustion of the past few days had been great. Although his spiritual power was recovering, his energy and spirit had not recovered much.

As he lay there, slowly flipping through a forging book, Zero sat in a chair beside him, also flipping through a forging book.

Time passed minute by minute and second by second. At some unknown point, Li Moxun fell into a dream.

On the other side, Zero looked at him, fell silent for a moment, and stood up.

She draped the blanket beside him over Li Moxun, but she herself still sat in the chair, her gaze occasionally turning outside.

When Li Moxun woke up, it was already the morning of the fifth day.

Sensing that his spiritual power had more or less recovered, Li Moxun yawned. His current spiritual power had already recovered to around eleven hundred points.

If he waited another day, he would be able to create another conscious avatar, but then there would not be enough time.

Of course, before creating the avatar, he would first raise his strength to the Third Ring, because he had currently reached the very peak of the Second Ring and was only one step away from the Third Ring.

With the Titan Snow Demon King and Erii around, he had no need to worry about his third Spirit Ring at all.

Li Moxun sat there with his eyes tightly closed, and the Spirit Power in his body began to boil.

At the same time, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered very quickly, even forming small cyclones around him.

This force was very strong.

As Li Moxun opened his Golden Pupils, amid the scorching light, a third pure white and flawless Spirit Ring descended over him.

And upon detecting the appearance of the third Spirit Ring, Li Moxun's body began to tremble slightly, and a chaotic force started to surge around him.

On the surface of his body, white scales began to attach themselves to his cheeks and his body.

And within those golden vertical pupils, a terrifying, brutal emotion appeared, but that emotion came quickly and left just as quickly.

As the emotion was instantly suppressed, Li Moxun rapidly returned to normal.

But it was obvious that this feeling was not pleasant. Sensing the pain coming from his body, a trace of coldness flashed through Li Moxun's expression.

Immediately afterward, his spiritual power suddenly activated, and a force condensed within his body. More than one thousand points of spiritual power were extracted in an instant.

In front of him, the figure of an ordinary-looking young man condensed. Looking at this young man's illusory form, a trace of hesitation appeared in Li Moxun's eyes.

He himself could use high-level Spirit Words, and at present he was only unable to use disaster-level Spirit Words.

But because of the issue of spiritual power, his avatar had previously only been able to use mid-level Spirit Words, not high-level Spirit Words.

But after breaking through the Third Ring, the White King's power had been consolidated once more, and his avatar seemed just barely able to use high-level Spirit Words.

At that thought, Li Moxun's hesitation ultimately settled into calm. He raised his hand, and a strange symbol appeared.

The symbol burned, and scorching flames fused into this body.

As the young man's body began to tremble slightly, his eyes slowly opened. His blazing Golden Pupils burned in silence, while he stood there without the slightest trace of reason.

Sensing the changes and fluctuations within him, Li Moxun raised his hand, touched his thumb and index finger together, and with a light slash, cut open his own index finger.

Drops of golden blood flowed out. The reddish-gold blood dripped into Li Moxun's palm, and then Li Moxun raised his hand and, without the slightest pause, slapped it directly onto the young man's body.

As the young man's body began to spasm and tremble strangely, the Golden Pupils in his eyes began to burn fiercely. Sensing this change, Li Moxun's expression remained calm.

At his mental command, the young man slowly opened the door and walked out.

Zero, off to the side, gave Li Moxun a deep look, then likewise followed him out.