Chapter 367: The Blind Box
Among the countless experts present, the most perceptive ones—those with keen spiritual senses—were the first to frown.
Figures such as Mu En, Du Busi, and even Gu Yuena faintly sensed something strange.
Around that simple white box on the auction platform pulsed a mysterious fluctuation—subtle and fleeting, yet utterly unfamiliar.
It wasn't soul power.
It wasn't elemental energy.
Nor did it resemble the tyrannical force of the Time-Space Stone.
Instead, it felt… nebulous. Virtual. Beyond tangible comprehension.
A power filled with endless possibilities—and uncertainty.
"What is that?"
The same question stirred in many hearts.
Anything listed as the third auction item of the Star Pavilion could not be ordinary, yet the small white box looked simply plain—too plain.
Ling Yun's crystalline eyes gleamed as she took in the confusion and curiosity spreading across the crowd.
Her voice, smooth and melodic, flowed through the air.
"I'm sure all of you must be very curious about this item. Allow me to introduce it—the third auction piece: the 'Fate Blind Box.'"
"Blind box?"
The phrase, completely unfamiliar to the soul masters of Douluo Continent, sparked immediate whispers across the hall.
Ling Yun smiled, her voice laced with intrigue.
"A blind box," she explained, "is a unique method of sale. The item sealed within remains unknown until the moment the box is opened."
"It could contain a treasure capable of shaking the heavens… or something entirely ordinary. Everything depends on one thing—'fate'… or perhaps, 'luck.'"
Pausing briefly, she continued in a voice that was both captivating and dangerous.
"Some of you may recall the Star Auction Pavilion's earlier innovation—the Wheel of Fate. This, however, is even more direct. Each blind box is created by special means to connect with the mysterious River of Destiny itself. When opened, it will randomly produce one of the soul master's greatest dreams—a spirit ring or a spirit bone."
"What?!"
The audience erupted.
"Spirit rings and spirit bones? It can produce those?"
"Yes," Ling Yun confirmed calmly, her words carrying easily above the clamor.
"And the quality of the rings or bones drawn from the blind box is entirely random—from the lowest ten-year level (white), to hundred-year (yellow), thousand-year (purple), ten-thousand-year (black), even the legendary hundred-thousand-year (red) or… the fabled million-year (gold)."
Her next words hit like thunder.
A million-year spirit ring or bone?
Such things existed only in myth!
The chance might be infinitesimal—but it existed.
Before the roaring crowd could fully take that in, Ling Yun's next revelation ignited chaos.
"In addition, through the Pavilion's unique enhancements, any spirit ring or bone drawn from the blind box possesses a singular property—it ignores all absorption limits!"
Her clear, resonant voice sank deep into every listener's ears—and hearts.
"No matter what age the spirit ring or bone may be—even if a newly awakened first-ring soul master draws a hundred-thousand-year, or even a million-year-level treasure—they can absorb it directly, without resistance or pain, perfectly harnessing its full power."
A sharp intake of breath swept through the room.
The hall shuddered with awe and disbelief.
Ignore absorption limits?
Didn't that overturn the foundation of the entire soul master world?
It meant that even an ordinary person could, theoretically, gain the strength that Title Douluos or even Ultimate Douluos longed for—instantly, through sheer fortune.
The rules of cultivation that had stood for thousands of years… shattered.
Risk and opportunity intertwined.
Though most would likely draw low-grade items, the mere possibility of a god-tier reward—and the lack of restriction—was enough to set every heart ablaze.
To the major powers, practical concerns restrained their excitement—this was gambling disguised as opportunity.
But even they could not deny the allure: what if…
And for the smaller sects, wanderers, and individuals who had no chance of claiming the later, priceless lots—this was divine providence itself, a single roll of fate capable of rewriting destiny.
Countless burning gazes converged on the seemingly unremarkable white box.
In the Shrek Academy section, inside Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, chaos broke loose.
"Whoa! A blind box! That sounds amazing! Yuhao, buy it—fast! Your luck is ridiculous anyway! Maybe you'll draw a million-year spirit bone!"
The excited voice of the Skydream Iceworm echoed in his mind.
The Ice Emperor's normally calm tone carried rare intrigue. "The worm's right. Your fate is… unusual. Perhaps this box is one of those destined encounters for you."
"Elder Yi, what do you think?" Yuhao asked inwardly.
Electrolux's old and measured voice responded. "Your thread of destiny runs deep through the world itself, brimming with change and potential. This treasure of chance, though gambling in nature, may indeed be tied to your path. It's worth a try."
Huo Yuhao hesitated.
Of course he longed for power—to grow stronger, to protect the ones he cherished.
The temptation of the blind box was immense.
But he knew his own limits.
"Senior Tianmeng, Ice Emperor, Elder Yi… I'd love to, but the price… we can't compete with those great factions."
Before he could sink further into resignation, Wang Dong'er, sitting beside him, nudged his arm softly.
"Yuhao, you want that blind box, don't you?" she whispered.
He smiled helplessly. "Of course I do… but there's no way I can afford it."
Wang Dong'er chuckled, her sapphire eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Don't worry—I have money. Let me get it for you. Consider it… an early investment in my future great hero."
As the cherished young lady of the Clear Sky Sect, her allowance was no trifling amount.
And if she lacked enough funds, she could easily appeal to her sect for more—her uncles, the twin elders, were both present at the Pavilion tonight.
It was unlikely that the blind box's price would reach too absurd a level.
After all, its nature was uncertain; the odds of obtaining a high-level spirit treasure were minuscule.
Most major factions would play it safe, remaining cautious in their bids.
In that case, Yuhao might truly have a chance.
Curiosity gleamed in her gaze. What kind of ring or bone would his destiny yield from this mysterious box?
Huo Yuhao froze, staring at Wang Dong'er's sincere smile. A warmth surged in his chest that no divine treasure could surpass.
Finally, he nodded solemnly. "Dong'er, thank you. If… if we really win it, and it turns out to be something great—I'll never forget what you did for me."
At that moment, his hesitation vanished.
He was determined.
No matter what—he would compete for the third auction item, the Fate Blind Box.
(END CHAPTER)
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