But ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty. Over time, Su Mo had forgotten about it. He never expected that on the brink of life and death, this jade pendant would reveal its extraordinary nature for the first time.
He immediately realized what the rough stone in his hand was. A single question popped into his mind: was this a spirit stone? Influenced by web novels in his previous life and the bizarre Legends of cultivators in the Jianghu of this life, he was no stranger to the concept.
Under the fading glow of the setting sun, the dark brown stone slowly shed its rocky exterior, revealing its true form. Patterns resembling natural marble densely covered its opaque surface, and delicate silver threads swam within.
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 voice emanated from the jade pendant in his robes:
[Ding!]
[Detecting bloodline... Detection complete. Binding...]
