Baptism of the world

Yang Qing's outstretched hands trembled ever so slightly as he held the parchment. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The faint aura radiating from the parchment and its contents proved it was no figment of his imagination.

The parchment glowed faintly, its radiance carrying a subtle spirituality—one of the unmistakable hallmarks of cultivation arts at the blue grade or higher.

Eager to confirm his suspicions, Yang Qing quickly skimmed through its contents. After confirming his guess, he went through it again, this time slowly and attentively. Nearly seven minutes passed before he finished, his smile growing wider with each word.

How could he not smile, given the contents of that parchment?