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

"Is this related to the descendants of the Tree Elves?"


Uncle said, "And the relationship is extraordinarily significant."


Hearing this, Bailuo suddenly thought of something, "Speaking of which, Uncle."


"We, the people of Yatun, are also descendants of the Miracle Race, right?"


Uncle nodded, knowing what Bailuo wanted to ask and said directly, "However, Bailuo, you cannot awaken the Miracle Power of the people of Yatun now."


Uncle explained, "For the Miracle Descendants to have the chance of awakening the Miracle Race's powers, it hinges on the entire world having only one place left where the people of Yatun exist."


This 'one place' actually refers to a collective meaning.


That is, Bailuo, leading eighty people of Yatun, who recognize him as their clan leader; but if the people of Yatun split into three factions, that would form 'three' places."


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