But ten, twenty, and then fifty years passed. Over time, Su Mo forgot about it entirely.
He never expected this jade pendant to reveal its anomaly for the first time when he hovered between life and death.
The moment he felt the rough stone in his hand, Su Mo reacted. A single term popped into his mind: *spirit stone?*
Thanks to the influence of web novels in his past life and the bizarre Legends of cultivators in the Jianghu of this life, he was no stranger to the term.
Under the fading glow of the setting sun, the dark brown stone in his hand gradually shed its outer shell, revealing its true form. Patterns resembling natural marble densely covered its opaque surface, but faint silver threads could be seen swimming within.
CRACK.
As time ticked by, the stone grew increasingly brittle until it suddenly crumbled into a pile of powder under Su Mo's grip. Immediately after, messages from the jade pendant in his arms flooded his mind—
[Ding!]
