But ten years passed, then twenty, and finally fifty.
Over time, Su Mo completely forgot about it.
He never expected that, on the brink of death, this jade pendant would reveal its extraordinary nature for the very first time. He immediately reacted to the hard stone in his grasp, and a single term surfaced in his mind.
Spirit stone?
Thanks to the web novels of his past life and the bizarre legends of cultivators in the Jianghu of his current one, he was no stranger to this concept.
Bathed in the fading afterglow of the setting sun, the dark-brown stone in his hand gradually shed its outer shell, revealing its true form. Dense patterns resembling natural marble covered its opaque surface. It was not transparent, yet fine silver threads could be seen swimming within.
CRACK.
As the moments ticked by, the stone grew increasingly brittle until it suddenly crumbled into a pile of powder under his grip.
