But ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty. Over time, Su Mo forgot about it entirely.
He never expected this jade pendant to reveal its anomalies for the first time while he was hovering between life and death.
Feeling the rough stone in his hand, Su Mo immediately reacted as a specific term popped into his mind. "A spirit stone?"
He was no stranger to this term. It was a staple of the web novels he read in his past life, and it appeared frequently in the bizarre Legend of cultivators within the Jianghu of his current life.
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 could see fine silver threads swimming within.
CRACK.
