Ten years passed. Then twenty. Then fifty. Over time, Su Mo simply forgot about it. He never expected that on the verge of death, this jade pendant would reveal its anomaly for the very first time.
Su Mo immediately reacted to the rugged stone in his hand. At the same time, a single term surfaced in his mind.
"A spirit stone?"
Influenced by the web novels of his previous life and the bizarre Legend of cultivators in the Jianghu of his current 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, revealing its true form. Dense patterns resembling natural marble covered its surface. It was opaque, yet he had the Power to see fine silver threads swimming throughout its interior.
CRACK.
