The Starting Point

Xue Ying flipped the talisman and inspected it. The profundity behind the simple markings was beyond his current realm, and he had no ways of comprehending it.

'Talisman. Are you a blessing or a disaster?' Xue Ying frowned.

That time at the Three Chieftains Sacred Mountain, he had obtained another remnant piece. After fusing the two as one, the talisman had transmitted information to him.

The information was concise, yet it was enough to make Xue Ying feel an unseen pressure.

That information was a section of words–a parting message left behind by an ancient cultivator.

"This cosmos is fascinating. The grass, the trees, the sun and the dews have made me infatuated. However, I'll have to leave this cosmos eventually."

"Before leaving, I'll leave behind three talismans."