Elder Ming cleared his throat and began to explain.
"The Hundred Sects Assembly is held once every ten years at the Heavenly Peak Mountain. It is a gathering for all the major powers in the Eastern Region. It is not just a competition; it is a place to recruit talents, form alliances, and show off strength."
"What kind of competition is it?" Yan Zhuo asked curiously.
"There are three parts," Elder Ming listed on his fingers. "First, the Treasure Hunt in the Mystic Realm. Second, the Duel Competition to determine rankings. And third, the Talent Appraisal by the grand elders."
"And the rewards?" Anthony asked sharply.
"The rewards are heaven-defying!" Elder Ming's eyes lit up. "The champion of the duel will receive a High-Grade Martial Art and a bottle of Foundation Stabilizing Elixir. But the most important thing... is that the top three participants will be given the qualification to enter the 'Ancient Ruins'!"
"Ancient Ruins?" Anthony's heart skipped a beat.
"Master, listen to this!" Aetherion spoke in his mind. "The Ancient Ruins they are talking about... that was one of my palaces ten thousand years ago! There is a hidden treasury there! If you can get in, your cultivation will skyrocket!"
"Yes, ancient ruins left behind by the predecessors," Elder Ming continued. "It is said that inside, there are inheritances left by gods. But it is extremely dangerous. Only those with pure talent and strong backing can survive."
Anthony clenched his fist. "I must go there."
"However," Elder Ming warned. "The competition will be fierce. The young masters from the Four Great Clans will definitely participate. Especially... Young Master Zhao from the Zhao Clan. He is currently ranked number one on the 'Young Genius List'."
"Zhao Clan..." Anthony's eyes turned cold. He remembered how they bullied the weak in the town. "I will be waiting for him."