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

Bailuo rode Sherri back to New Yatun Village, flying over the forest, and soon converged with everyone else.


The White Eagles' messages came in batches, with Baiying Yin informing Bailuo, while the other White Eagles flew directly back to the village.


By the time Bailuo arrived, the 160 People of Yatun were already prepared.


The children were hiding in the forest, where Lilith had crafted large treehouses specifically for them.


The houses were adorned to resemble real ancient trees, except that inside the ancient trees there were spaces connected to the roots underground.


Each of these roots was a pathway that was hidden while also maintaining ventilation.


In addition, there were a great number of basements with considerable space.


There, a multitude of supplies were stored, so even if Bailuo and the others were locked in fierce combat with the enemy, the children could be self-sufficient.


"Tree Elves' Descendants, 25 men, 25 women,"


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