Ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty. Over time, Su Mo forgot about it. He never expected that at the boundary of life and death, this jade pendant would reveal its anomaly for the first time.
Feeling the rough stone in his hand, Su Mo immediately reacted. At the same time, a word 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 his current life, he was no stranger to this term. Under the fading light of the setting sun, the dark brown rough stone in his hand gradually shed its outer constraints, revealing its true appearance. Textures resembling natural marble densely covered the surface of the stone. It wasn't transparent, but he could see fine silver threads swimming throughout it.
CRACK.
