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

Count Thorn stood behind the door, simply stepping out, an act that should have been simple, yet his legs trembled.


Before the door was a bright garden, while behind, lay the dead stillness of the inner sanctum, the prison that had confined him for years.


Herseya knew what Count Thorn had been through; she had witnessed that incident with her own eyes.


That's why the Spring Queen was so heartbroken for Count Thorn.


Count Thorn lifted his hand, grasping the doorframe; he took a deep breath, desperately fighting the fear within his heart.


Seeing how Count Thorn gasped for breath, Herseya hurriedly stepped forward to support him.


However, Count Thorn gave her a reassuring smile, "I have already made you wait too long."


Chapter 226: Seven Kings Meeting (Request for Monthly Votes)_2