But ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty. Over time, Su Mo forgot about it.
He never expected that at the brink of life and death, this jade pendant would reveal its anomaly for the very first time. Su Mo immediately realized what the rough stone in his hand was, and a term popped into his mind: a spirit stone? Influenced by the web novels of his previous life and the bizarre Legends of cultivators in the Jianghu of his current life, he was no stranger to the term.
Under the fading light of the setting sun, the dark brown stone in his hand gradually shed its outer shell, revealing its true appearance. Patterns resembling natural marble densely covered its opaque surface, and fine silver threads swam within it.
CRACK.
As time passed, the stone grew increasingly brittle until it suddenly crumbled into a pile of powder under his grip. Immediately after, a series of messages transmitted from the jade pendant in his clothes:
[DING!]
