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

'Go find someone else, don't waste any more time on me!'


However, the old man still did not leave. His hair was white and wan, his figure hunched, yet he still followed by his side.


The young man did not want his service, but he could not accept it.


Because he knew very well his own condition, his fear stemmed from the psychological shadows of childhood, which he could not step out of even with the help of the Miracle Entity.


Following him like this would only delay the old man's talents.


No one was more aware of the other's ability, a power that, throughout the entire Miracle Mainland, people coveted.


But in the end, they still formed a Miracle Contract.


This was not because Count Thorn regretted or was greedy, but because Lixue Shanxianzhai, his life was a flickering candle in the wind.


Yet even so, the old man still knelt before Count Thorn, silent, but his resolve made it impossible for the Earl to hold out any longer.


Chapter 220: The Ancient City Battle (End)_3