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

'What the hell is self-exploration of ability?'


Bailuo felt that the Black Leather Book had become more and more of a trap lately, first with that very strange shamanic ritual on the fifth page, and then Xiao Bai: 'Or are all the miracles of the Lost Realm this special?'


'Xiao Bai, do you feel that you are different now?'


Facing Bailuo's inquiry, Xiao Bai looked confused, unaware of what was different about herself.


So, Xiao Bai lowered her head and glanced at her clothes: 'Xiao Bai, dressed in comfortable clothes.'


Bailuo asked about Xiao Bai's ability because the girl longed for a sense of worth. If she could discover her power sooner, Xiao Bai wouldn't be so anxious and fearful of being abandoned by Bailuo.


I am useful, the master won't discard me.


Xiao Bai's mind was incomplete, no matter what Bailuo did or said, she could hardly be at ease.


Chapter 62: Shi Long Survivor (Seeking Recommendations)_2