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

"We need an explanation from those people."


If the Deep Sea Tribe isn't heavy enough on the scale, then let Morgan, let other Masters of Miracles negotiate with them.


"Miracle War erupted in the Southeast Sea Domain?"


This was an exceedingly beautiful palace, with flowing springs and chirping birds, and white gauze draping in the wind.


At the high grounds of the palace, a blonde woman dressed in flimsy, nearly gossamer garments lay sprawled on a bed, surrounded by a number of beauties, akin to fairies, carefully anointing her with honey oil and massaging her.


The woman was the Immortal Hawk Duke, Micia, one of the three Masters of Miracles of Azure, and also the direct superior of both Kristin and Coral.


Beneath her, the Saint of Dawnlight, clad in a rainbow-hued long dress, knelt in service.


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