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

"A shamanic ritual? That term carries quite a few meanings."


Uncle, puffing on his pipe, said, "Explain it to me properly."


Uncle and senior sister had long guessed that Bailuo must possess an ability to find miracles, still, they wouldn't ask; they would instead make every effort to ensure fewer people knew this secret.


They would even forget the matter themselves, avoiding any talk of it.


"To perform a ritual to something unknown, you use the offerings it prefers."


After listening to Bailuo's explanation, Uncle began to ponder, "The Lost Realm?"


Although Uncle was capable, searching for something unfindable stumped him as well, "Most of the ancient books from Yatun were lost during the Iron Eagle King's rebellion, so my knowledge about the history and legends of the Miracle Twenty-Eight Camps is limited."


"Moreover, the Lost Realm is among the more mysterious ones."


Chapter 58 Shaman (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)