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

"I want to learn the Long Spear, the one you performed brilliantly with in the courtyard last time!"


This was a fishing village, where the wooden houses were not spacious, suitable for a maximum of three to four occupants.


Living here was an elderly man with white, frosty hair, along with his granddaughter and grandson.


The old man's face was lined with wrinkles, his stature tall, yet due to aging, seemed extremely thin. Barefooted, he sat on the ground, and upon seeing the children enter, showed a smile, "Are the little ones here?"


"Grandpa, the thing you used last time, that, that..."


"I mean the whoosh, swish, clack clack clack thing," a boy gestured, "I want to learn!"


"That's called swordsmanship, a technique executed with a weapon known as 'Great Sword'."


Chapter 177: Huge Mushrooms (Vote for Recommendation, Vote for Monthly Ticket)