The Youth Soul Master Tournament, held once every five years, was about to begin, and this time, it was the Sun Moon Empire's turn to host.
This tournament had also opened participation to sect teams. Compared with teams made up entirely of academy students, sects had completely different training methods. The younger generations of great sects with long legacies would not necessarily lose to Soul Master Academies with abundant teaching resources.
As the event that drew the most attention across the whole continent, placing among the best and shining brilliantly in this tournament would bring not only generous material rewards, but also a resounding reputation for one's sect.
The tournament was an opportunity for the major powers to make their names known throughout the world. But it could also be a trap that lured them into the net.
Huo Yuhao now had every reason to suspect that the Sun Moon Empire had both the motive and the ability to use this tournament to catch the participating members of the continent's various powers in one fell swoop.
Whether it held these talented youths hostage or wiped them all out to leave a gap in each faction's succession of talent, either course would mean that the Sun Moon Empire was ready to tear away all pretense with the continent's three other nations and launch an all-out war.
Had this day come so soon? Huo Yuhao muttered inwardly as he walked along the streets of Mingdu, though he was not surprised.
The tournament rotated among the four nations, so the Sun Moon Empire only hosted it once every twenty years. If it intended to launch an all-out war, this was an excellent opportunity to strike at its targets.
With the Illustrious Virtue Hall's substantial investment, the Sealed Milk Bottle had finally been developed,