Xuanyou Secret Key: the Mystery of the Traveler

Lin Yan stared at the bronze fragments in the museum display case. As soon as his fingertips touched the glass, a violent dizziness swept over him. There was the whistling wind in my ears, and the incandescent lights in front of my eyes were replaced by yellow sand in the sky. When he regained his footing, he found that he was standing in front of a broken stone tablet. The tablet was engraved with twisted and incomprehensible lines, which were exactly the same as the patterns on the fragments.