Ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty. Over time, Su Mo had completely forgotten about it. He never expected this jade pendant to reveal its anomaly for the first time when he was on the brink of life and death.
Looking at the rough stone in his hand, he immediately reacted as a term surfaced in his mind. "A spirit stone?" Thanks to the influence of web novels in his past life and the strange Legends of cultivators in the Jianghu of his current life, he was no stranger to the term.
Under the fading light of the setting sun, the dark brown rock in his hand gradually shed its outer shell to reveal its true form. Dense patterns resembling natural marble covered its opaque surface, but he had the Power to see silver threads swimming within.
CRACK. As time passed, the stone grew increasingly brittle until it suddenly crumbled into a pile of powder under his grip. Immediately after, a series of messages transmitted from the jade pendant in his chest.
[DING!]
