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

It was not that the level was too low to evaluate, but rather, it seemed immeasurable. Bailuo had never heard of such a level, 'How peculiar, then the camp is the Lost Realm, just like the fifth page's miracle.'


'If it's a Miracle Creature, isn't this a person?'


Bailuo thought to himself, 'Or is it that people are just in an unawakened state, and upon Awakening, they turn into some special race?'


A butterfly can transform into a Fairy.


If all Miracle Creatures are beings from mythological legends, then it seems not impossible for a person to change into one.


Bailuo was unaware that the little slave he had purchased for a considerable sum was feeling extremely anxious at this moment.


"Can you speak? Can you tell me your name?"


Bailuo asked many times over, his tone very gentle and kind, but the girl never spoke up, just lowered her head, not daring to even glance at Bailuo.


Chapter 61 Inherited Jade (Vote for Recommendation)_2