Origin of the Three Treasures

A youth stepped out from the Fusang tribespeople and walked to stand in front of Li Yunmu. He bowed and said, "Gods, what are your instructions?"

Li Yunmu gave him the magatama and the mirror to him and said with a faint smile, "We cannot continue staying here. These two items will guard the peace of your tribe."

"Gods, must you both leave? You cannot abandon our Fusang Tribe! What if some creature like the eight-headed great snake appears again?"

Li Yunmu sighed. "Actually, I am not a god. I am the same as you, only a mortal. And right now, I have a very important matter to attend to so I must leave."

The eyes of everyone in the Fusang Tribe filled with despair, but they had no way out. After all, they could do nothing about the decisions of gods.

"No, don't say that you are not gods! You are our gods, the eternal benefactors of the Fusang Tribe."

"If you truly consider us as your eternal benefactors, then do as we say!"