News of the Continental Young Soul Master Tournament's restructuring had spread through Spirit Hall's soul-guidance network, sweeping like wildfire into every corner of the Douluo Continent.
From the bustling Heaven Dou Imperial City to remote border towns, from the frozen Far North to the humid southern marshes, countless figures hidden among the crowds stopped what they were doing when they saw the words "Unrestricted registration, secret realm survival format" on the projection screens.
Wild joy flashed in some eyes. Others knitted their brows in wariness. Some tightened their grips on their weapons at their systems' chimes, while others cursed furiously at the sky, only to pack their bags in helpless resignation.
This was a battlefield for transmigrators.
They all knew it.
They understood better than anyone that this so-called "Young Soul Master Tournament" was nothing but a hunting game prepared specifically for them.
In the original story, that tournament had featured barely twenty-odd geniuses whose names anyone remembered.
But now, anyone under twenty-five could compete as long as they gathered seven people. Who else could all these suddenly emerging "once-in-a-century" and "once-in-a-millennium" geniuses be, if not transmigrators with cheats of their own?
That was leaving aside the possibility that a fellow transmigrator within Spirit Hall had devised this method to find them.
On the other hand, it was a glaringly obvious trap.
Spirit Hall had cast a net across heaven and earth, waiting for every transmigrator to throw themselves into it.
But who could refuse?
Once they entered the Myriad Spirit Secret Realm, their strength far beyond their peers, their combat methods alien to this era, and the special abilities granted by their systems would stand out like torches in the night.
Spirit Hall would not need to investigate them one by one. Anyone who shone too brightly in the