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

The fire was burning, the ground covered in blood.


The Miracle Citizens were slaughtered to the last, even the mighty Miracle Entity fell guarding its master.


In such a situation, even the esteemed Master of Miracles was weakened to the extreme.


'Flower God, Flower God are you still there...'


The young man leaned against a withered ancient tree, pressing on his left arm, but where there should have been flesh and blood, there was only an empty, tattered sleeve.


The severe pain in his body was bearable, but the guilt in his soul almost drove the young man to despair.


Miracle Creatures do not die, as long as he lived, she would be revived.


The young man questioned thus, 'Who exactly are you, who are you people?!'


In front of the young man stood a figure in a pitch-black hooded cloak, face and body completely hidden in the unknown.


Chapter 226: Seven Kings Meeting (Request for Monthly Votes)