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

Helplessly, Bailuo could only make up for the previous ones to them.


The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, Pegasus, Lilith—these were ones the Tree Elves had never kneeled to before.


Tree Elf: Even if it's kneeling to ourselves, we must kneel!


Bailuo had no choice but to comply with the wishes of these subjects.


It was a trivial matter anyway, if you want to kneel, then go ahead and kneel.


Standing under the sun at noon, almost 400 people (including children) kneeled before him.


Seeing their sincere expressions, Bailuo didn't dare to move and could only stand with them, becoming a statue for over ten minutes.


Seeing it was Hailbo and two others, Bailuo heard Hailbo say, "I think, we could kneel a while longer."


Chapter 155: Emperor of Beasts (Vote for Recommendation)_3