The familiar distortion of space surrounded Situ.
His body vanished from the stone arena, wrapped in golden light.
But unlike before, he did not immediately return to the dark void between battles.
Instead—
he appeared in a silent chamber.
It was small, no larger than a temple hall, with ancient bronze walls engraved with countless figures fighting beneath the stars.
At the center of the chamber floated the doubled rewards.
The golden Dao essence shimmered like liquid sunlight.
The black ring, the curved blade, the jade token, and the dark crystal all hovered quietly before him.
Situ did not rush to touch them.
His mind was still replaying the giant golden hand.
That ancient voice.
That sentence.
**"Such a physique… it belongs to my clan."**
He clenched his fists.
For the first time since entering the All Heaven Arena, Situ felt true unease.
His body…
Who exactly had the original owner been?
Why did such an existence recognize his physique?
