But ten, twenty, fifty years passed. 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. Feeling the rough stone in his hand, he immediately reacted as a term popped into his mind. "A 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 stone gradually shed its outer shell, revealing its true form. Dense patterns resembling natural marble covered its opaque surface. Beneath it, fine silver threads swam around.
CRACK.
As time ticked by, the stone grew increasingly brittle until it suddenly crumbled into a pile of powder under his grip. Following that, a series of messages transmitted from the jade pendant in his chest.
[Ding!]
[Detecting bloodline. Detection complete. Binding...]
