But ten years passed, then twenty, and finally fifty.
Over time, Su Mo simply forgot about it. He never expected that at the brink of life and death, this jade pendant would reveal its anomaly for the first time.
Feeling the stubborn stone in his hand, Su Mo immediately reacted as a single term flashed in his mind.
"A spirit stone?" he wondered.
His exposure to web novels in his past life and the bizarre Legends of cultivators in the Jianghu of this life made him no stranger to the 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. Dense, natural marble-like veins covered its opaque surface, and fine silver threads could be seen swimming within.
CRACK.
The stone grew increasingly brittle until it suddenly crumbled into a pile of powder under Su Mo's grip. Immediately following this, a transmission echoed from the jade pendant in his chest pocket.
[DING!]
