The Premise of the Tournament

Alex saw the anguish leave Silvermist's face and wondered if he was seeing hope in his eyes.

"Divine Sanctuary realm," Alex replied. "It's where I will be heading over to in the next 20 years."

"For what?" the man asked with child-like curiosity.

"As I said, I will not be answering that question," he replied.

"Alright, forget that. How long will you be staying there?" he asked.

Alex shook his head. "I won't be answering that either." Answering anything other than 10 years would be wrong, and 10 years would let them know that he was going to move on to the next realm.

"Come on, you have to tell me something," the man said. "If you are willing to leave the realm one more time, you will be able to take part in the Alchemy tournament after all."

"Leave the realm?" Alex frowned, a possible understanding of the current situation budding in his mind. "Is the Alchemy tournament not taking place in the Myriad Spirit Realm?"