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

Hailbo took it down and cradled it in his palm, where the little fellow chirped cheerfully and waved its tiny hands.


Hailbo laughed and placed it on his shoulder, only to hear a voice coming from behind the archway: "That's a communication mushroom, the latest creation of Miss Sheila, a small sprite."


"You can take one with you, if you need to talk about something, just use that."


The derivatives of Lilith are fairies and sprites, while these mushrooms are not fairies, they can only be called small sprites.


Sprite: A soulless, artificial intelligence-like puppet


Fairy: An awakened creature with intelligence, capable of speech like an animal


Fairy: Possesses the ability to transform into a humanoid form, a common Miracle Troop Type


High-ranking Fairy: Awakened with exclusive bloodline magic, equivalent to an Extraordinary Miracle Troop Type


Hailbo saw the newcomer; it was the Forest Fairy.


Chapter 128 This is not the Immortal Realm (Seeking recommendation votes, seeking monthly votes)_2