Chu Zhiyuan weighed this small jade pendant.
Within the small jade pendant, an aura circulated, pure and clear like a spring.
Moonlight like water quietly merged into the small jade pendant.
A white line emerged from within the small jade pendant, as thick as a little finger, soaring into the sky.
It spiraled upwards, straight into the void, vanishing within it.
The bright moon hung in the sky, this thin line disappearing into the black night sky.
Through this thin line, he could vaguely sense a slight fluctuation.
This fluctuation was as subtle as a fetal heartbeat.
He retracted his gaze and nodded gently, "It should be alive, … alive for ten thousand years?"
He had always been in pursuit of immortality.
Through research and extensive reading, seeking the wondrous and exploring mysteries, he discovered that immortality could not be achieved in this world.
Outer Heaven might be a possibility.
