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

With a smile, Bailuo picked up the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch and with a flick of his hand, the splendid pouch appeared in front of Uncle.


Even Uncle was captivated by the new pouch, but after a brief moment, he regained his composure.


The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch had evolved into the Seed-covering Cloth, but Bailuo still liked to call it a pouch.


The evolution was miraculous, purely a functional change; its essential Level would not alter—Least Tier, Lower Tier, Middle Tier, they weren't just simple rankings.


"What about its ability? Has it become stronger?"


He recounted the pouch's abilities and Uncle slapped the table, "Good! With this, the agriculture of our Yatun is now completely fulfilled."


Although it was nice to have food, some crops had a wide range of uses in other domains.


For instance, cotton, hemp, tobacco, as well as tea and most medicinal herbs.


Chapter 75 Being Worshiped, Can Eat 100 Buns (Seeking Recommendations)