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

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can control a part of you, that's enough."


As the fragrance of Mei Xiang's voice filled the air, tiny stars appeared at her feet, those were flowers; countless crystalline blossoms, like powdered plum petals, were blooming.


In the blink of an eye, the entire land was covered with numerical plum blossoms.


Hailbo, Ina, and Inya found themselves locked in place simultaneously.


This lock wasn't caused by any force pressing down on them, but no matter whether they moved forwards or backwards, they couldn't escape this inch of space.


Even moving their steps was futile; they couldn't escape.


"No," Hailbo answered Ina, "It's a level higher than space manipulation."


Hailbo and Ina also possessed space-related abilities, but these were merely skills.


Simply put, teleporting from here to there is what you call a skill.


Chapter 215 The Final Enemy (Request for Monthly Pass)_2