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

After the ritual had ended, Bailuo asked everyone to leave and then sought out his uncle and senior apprentice-sister.


"The method was correct, but the offering was wrong," Bailuo said. "We used the wrong thing for the ritual."


"Wasn't it supposed to be grain or some sort of cereal?"


The senior apprentice-sister said, "Then, shall we go and fetch some precious animals instead?"


"If we want to conduct another ritual, we have to wait a month."


Bailuo hadn't expected a penalty for failure, but after some thought, he found this to be not such a bad thing, as it would give him an opportunity to attend to his own affairs.


The uncle said, "Now that we have the time, it's time to add to our population."


Population, that was something the People of Yatun were in dire need of.


With more people, more Children of Miracle could be born.


Chapter 59: The Nations (Seeking Recommendations)