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

Bailuo's attention was mainly on the Ghost Princess and Old Luwei; they were the key players.


Compared to them, Bailuo didn't care too much about the other four siblings.


Of course, his lack of concern was relative.


Capsizing in a gutter often stems from underestimating the opponent, and Bailuo would not make such a rudimentary mistake.


The Lu Wei Family's movements were utterly unpredictable; following Yellow Spring, the second to rush forward was Asura.


His footsteps were incredibly heavy, each one almost sinking into the sandy beach, leaving a small pit; Bailuo had a certain concept of Asura: 'A swordsman with strong breakthrough ability!'


Dual Blade Style, the sword techniques had no frills, were large and wide, and started with an overwhelmingly flawless offensive.


Chapter 193: A Battle of Wits with the Passive (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)