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

The fireworks burst into the sky, the colorful pollen rapidly changing in the wind, the festive petals drifting down to the earth, transforming the entire port into a world of blooming flowers.


This was Lilith's magic, and it was the most appropriate spell for the day.


Over twenty little witches rode their brooms through the air.


Under the leadership of the eight Regular Witches who had already been initiated, they waved their magic wands, gathering the petals to form various shapes, then used the skies above Yatun Island as a stage to display a dream-like tapestry.


A number of Fairy Clan members from the Feathered Tribe formed into squads in the air.


They weren't numerous, about 120 or so.


But fairies possess a unique temperament and charm, retaining the ability to communicate with their original kin.


Chapter 86 National Founding Ceremony (Request for Recommendation Tickets)