Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

This was what truly constituted a realm of miracles.


"Forget it, no more thinking about it, I'll figure it all out eventually,"


Bailuo, not being a scientific researcher, clapped his hands and proceeded to the next phase—testing Lilith's combat ability.


The challenges would definitely still involve Nors and the others.


Bailuo looked on at the field ahead with confusion, as all the People of Yatun displayed expressions of astonishment and disbelief.


Nors, Jiera, and Inya had all been thoroughly trounced by Lilith.


Throughout the process, Lilith had only snapped her fingers and then the surrounding trees came to life, as countless vines swiftly ensnared the three of them and hoisted them into the air.


Uncle asked Bailuo; he replied, "I've realized once more just how powerful miracles can be."


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