Strongest Lord by Opening Blind Boxes

Chapter 603: Chapter 391: A Century of Changes

”Divine Dragon Eight Sounds! Another powerful Divine Technique!”

Wang Yi felt that the [Divine Dragon Eight Sounds] suited him perfectly. However, this Divine Technique was unusual. It wasn’t a skill he could use immediately; he first needed to master eight syllables. It was essentially a voice-activated Divine Technique.

By the time Wang Yi mastered those eight syllables and looked up, the Red-haired Divine King was gone. Only an empty high seat remained in the massive cave.

”Did he just leave?”

A sense of loss washed over him. The Red-haired Divine King had been easy to talk to, and Wang Yi had many more questions to ask. Now, he could only wait until their next encounter.

When Wang Yi walked out of the cave, a group of long-haired players sat astride wild boars, carrying straw mats on their backs and wielding wooden clubs. They stood in formation, waiting for him. The Lord of Slaughter Mountain and the Power Demon Lord stood at the forefront, resembling two great generals reviewing their troops.

Looking closely at the long-haired players, Wang Yi realized they were now his subordinates—direct residents of his territory. Their class had completely changed; they were no longer [Barbarian Dominator]s, but had become [Wildman King]s!

”Wildman King?”

Wang Yi knew this had to be the work of the Red-haired Divine King, finding it highly amusing. The mounts ridden by these Wildman Kings were robust and heavily muscled, with extremely long tusks. Named [Wild Boar King]s, every single one of them was an entity over level six hundred.

”A Wildman King riding a Wild Boar King... this combo looks so badass!”

Wang Yi muttered to himself. At that moment, the Lord of Slaughter Mountain let out a roar in the Ancient Divine Language, informing Wang Yi that the Uncertain Divine Domain was about to disappear and urging him to lead everyone away quickly.

As if to confirm his words, the distant green grass began to wither into yellow. A mysterious force was taking effect, seemingly trying to erase this world.

”ROAR!”

The Power Demon Lord also let out a bellow, telling Wang Yi that they had to embark on their expedition as soon as possible. From now on, they would obey Wang Yi’s commands and never betray him.

”Then let’s march!”

With a grand wave of his hand, Wang Yi released his convoy and the Bronze War Chariot. Moments later, he led the battalion of Wildman Kings out of the rapidly vanishing Uncertain Divine Domain and returned to the Seven-Colored Path.

Those Wildman Kings were quite interesting. Initially, their only possessions were a roll of straw mat and a wooden club. Upon arriving at the Seven-Colored Path, they began collecting Chaos Blind Boxes. Surprisingly, they were also capable of opening them. If they found an item pleasing to the eye, they kept it; if not, they simply threw it away.

Thus, half a day later, the Wildman Kings and Wild Boar Kings were draped in an assortment of items—pots, pans, bowls, and bottles. CLINK CLANK. They sounded like a group of refugees on a long migration.

The Lord of Slaughter Mountain and the Power Demon Lord, on the other hand, remained aloof. Their levels continued to rise slowly. Three days later, both reached level 700 and finally stopped leveling up.

”After all this time, my level is actually the lowest!”

Wang Yi sighed inwardly, curious about the system’s evaluation criteria for the Mental Realm. He quickly calmed his mind, focusing on opening Chaos Blind Boxes and practicing Martial Arts. In the blink of an eye, ten years passed. Wang Yi was still level 600, but his proficiency in the Great Compassion Palm had maxed out, unlocking the seventh martial art in the Martial Arts Manual!

This martial art was called [Eighteen Falls of Clothing], a top-tier close-combat grappling technique. Initially, it seemed ordinary, consisting merely of eighteen grappling and throwing moves. However, according to the description in the Martial Arts Manual, once mastered, the Eighteen Falls of Clothing could form a chaotic force field around the user’s body. It could even allow the user to control gravity and affect an opponent’s equilibrium.

”This Martial Arts is borderline fantasy now. The techniques in the Martial Arts Manual are indeed getting more and more advanced!”

From then on, Wang Yi focused entirely on cultivating the Eighteen Falls of Clothing. Ten years later, he achieved minor mastery, unlocking the chaotic force field. Another ten years passed, and he achieved major mastery, gaining the ability to control gravity. Ten more years went by, and the diameter of his chaotic force field and gravity domain reached ten meters. By this time, Wang Yi could casually toss those Wildman Kings around for fun.

The Wildman Kings had thick, tough skin, essentially rendering them immune to magic. Each possessed an indestructible, diamond-like physique, boasting immense defense and strength. They were entities capable of carrying mountains, but they only understood close combat, making Wang Yi’s Eighteen Falls of Clothing their perfect counter.

The eighth martial art unlocked in the [Martial Arts Manual] was the Pure Yang Skill. This was a body-tempering method capable of curing hidden ailments, maintaining cellular vitality, and preserving eternal youth, ensuring that one’s strength wouldn’t wane with old age. Since this cultivation technique didn’t have much practical use for Wang Yi, he treated it as a minor skill, casually grinding its proficiency whenever he had free time.

As he continued his journey, Wang Yi opened a massive amount of Chaos Blind Boxes every day. The treasures on his person piled up, and his wealth grew increasingly abundant. As for his combat power, it was immeasurable. In short, he could steamroll his way through the Seven-Colored Path. The occasional Chaos Spirit Beasts that blocked his way were effortlessly crushed.

Unknowingly, a century passed. Wang Yi arrived at the end of the Seven-Colored Continent, where a swirling vortex of luminous mist awaited him. He knew that once he stepped through, he would leave the Chaotic Void Realm and enter the starry sky of the Fifth Dimension.

Moreover, Wang Yi could feel that this Chaotic Void Realm was beginning to reject him. Lingering around was not an option; once his time was up, he would be forcibly kicked out.

”A hundred years... has it really just passed like that?”

Standing before the luminous vortex, Wang Yi looked back at the path he had traveled, his heart filled with emotion. A century was the length of a mortal’s entire life, but for Wang Yi, it had merely been a dull journey. In his perception, the memorable moments of these hundred years were fewer than his first six months building Eggshell Village.

”If the body doesn’t age, does one never develop the world-weary, enlightened mindset of an old man who has seen it all? I feel like I’m still a youth. Damn it, my Mental Realm hasn’t broken through yet!”

Wang Yi shook his head. Turning back around, he discarded any lingering nostalgia. He stepped into the luminous vortex, taking his convoy and the battalion of Wildman Kings, and departed from the Chaotic Void Realm.

At this very moment, in the starry sky of the Fifth Dimension, a large dragon-headed ship sped through a massive region of space known as the Deep Blue Sea Region in the Eastern Celestial Domain. Trailing seven-colored flames, its destination was a colossal Divine Country surrounded by iridescent light.

That Divine Country consisted of three continents, each lush with vegetation and boasting picturesque mountains and rivers. Above them orbited sixteen moons radiating different colors of light. Eleven of these moons were inhabited by humans who had developed sprawling cities!

”The strongest Divine Country is just ahead. I heard it only ascended a hundred years ago, but it certainly doesn’t look like it. If I hadn’t known beforehand, I would’ve believed you if you told me it had been developing for a millennium!” At the bow of the dragon-headed ship, a young man in a purple robe marveled as he surveyed the three approaching continents.

”Young Master, being away from home is different. Once we enter the Divine Country and join the Refining Profound Sect, you must temper your personality and keep a low profile...” A stooped, white-haired old man looked at the youth with concern, earnestly advising him.

”I know, I know. I’ve always been humble and never make things difficult for others. I’ll definitely get along peacefully with the people of the Refining Profound Sect. I just wonder who they’ll assign as my master. I hope it’s a Great Cultivator at or above the Tribulation Crossing Stage. In our Mingyu Divine Country, only Great Cultivators above the Tribulation Crossing Stage are considered true experts...”