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

"Trees fear fire, which is quite normal."


The weakness of a Tree Elf is fire; this was not a surprise to Bailuo, who had anticipated it: "We'll just need to be more careful in the future to prevent enemies from using fire attacks."


"But bloodline is just bloodline, even though Miracle Power is strong, we mustn't forget about our own learning and abilities," said Uncle, "I plan to create some special professions for the Tree Elves to help them establish a power system for rapid growth."


Uncle is still that Uncle, not cheating, just omnipotent.


Uncle: Is it difficult to design a few professions for Miracle Race?!


"Additionally, there's even better news."


Uncle told Bailuo that just yesterday, the Tree of Life that the Tree Elves had planted over the years all grew to maturity overnight.


Chapter 76 Treehouse Village (Seeking Recommendations)