But ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty. Over time, Su Mo forgot about it.
Unexpectedly, on the verge of life and death, this jade pendant revealed its abnormality for the very first time. Looking at the stubborn stone in his hand, he reacted immediately as a word popped into his mind.
A spirit stone?
Having been steeped in web novels in his previous life and hearing the bizarre Legends of cultivators in the Jianghu of this life, he was no stranger to this term.
Under the fading light of the setting sun, the dark brown stone in his hand gradually shed its outer shell to reveal its true form. Veins resembling natural marble densely covered its surface. It wasn't transparent, but he could see fine silver threads swimming within it.
CRACK.
As time ticked by, the stone became increasingly brittle. Under his grip, it suddenly crumbled into a pile of powder. Immediately following this, a transmission came from the jade pendant in his arms.
[Ding!]
