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

Some might find it strange, how could the People of Yatun, so strong, possibly have their village destroyed?


In fact, don't be fooled by the current strength of the People of Yatun.


That was entirely thanks to uncle, who spent over a decade painstakingly polishing and training them.


In the era before uncle, aside from their slightly greater strength and better constitution, the People of Yatun hardly had any combat ability.


Not to mention, after 200 years, the bloodlust deep in their bones had been almost completely eroded away.


How could such a Yatun Clan possibly defeat a group of bloodthirsty war veterans?


It was fortunate that uncle just happened to be home visiting his relatives and single-handedly killed 300 enemies, thus preserving a part of the bloodline of the Kings of Yatun.


"But what does this have to do with us?"


Bailuo, "If she were Nana, or perhaps the daughter of Aunt Nana, that would make sense."


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