However, ten, twenty, and then fifty years passed. Over time, Su Mo gradually forgot about it.
He never expected the jade pendant to reveal its extraordinary nature for the very first time while he teetered on the brink of death. Mo immediately recognized the rough stone in his hand. A single term surfaced in his mind: "Spirit stone?"
Influenced by the web novels of his previous life and the bizarre Legends of cultivators roaming the Jianghu in his current one, he was no stranger to the concept.
Under the fading glow of the setting sun, the dark brown rough stone in his hand gradually shed its outer disguise to reveal its true form. Dense, natural marble-like veins covered its opaque surface, and tiny silver threads swam through the material.
CRACK.
The stone grew increasingly brittle until it suddenly crumbled into powder under Mo's grip.
Immediately after, a series of messages transmitted from the jade pendant in his robe:
[DING!]
