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

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this Tree of Life?"


The Tree of Life, a sacred tree nurtured by the Treant Race with the powers of miracles.


Its ability is to randomly extract the excellent elements from the bloodline of the Tree Elves and then self-fertilize to produce the fruits of life (inside which are children).


"Outsourcing childbirth can reduce the trouble caused by pregnancy."


Bailuo said, "I just wonder what the birth rate is like?"


Here, the shade of greenery is everywhere, with streams babbling around, the lake reflecting, and ripples shining, coupled with the magical forest adorned by the Tree Elves' magic, giving Bailuo the illusion of being in a magical world.


Just a few months ago, Bailuo was still in the backward Middle Ages.


In the blink of an eye, he carved out such a place, and Bailuo was filled with emotion, "This place is truly a utopia."


"The mysterious miracles are truly too wondrous."


Chapter 78: Tree of Life (Please Vote)