As the darkness around him gradually receded, Shun Long found himself at the heart of a vast, yet completely empty coliseum.
The ancient coliseum seemed to be fully made of stone and spanned for miles and miles on end, and yet aside from the sole azure-robed young man standing desolately at its very center, there didn't seem to be a single other soul in sight.
Other than the thousands upon thousands of exquisitely crafted stone seats filling the spectator stands or the countless grains of sand littering the ground, there didn't seem to be anything else in this place either...
No, that was wrong. After taking a quick look around him, Shun Long quickly noticed an anomaly. The ancient coliseum may have been devoid of any living beings, but there was something peculiar that stood out, immediately attracting his attention.
Just a few meters away from him, a small obsidian obelisk was erected in the center of the arena, its pointy edge facing the sky.
