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 bowing motion was incredibly smooth, clearly practiced in private, causing Ying Muyao's mouth to twitch slightly.


'Can anyone explain to me the meaning of this ritual?'


Ying Muyao felt like she was surrounded by idiots, the ones on stage were morons, those off the stage were dimwitted, and she just happened to be standing on stage.


She didn't know what to say or what to do, and remembering the interruption earlier, Ying Muyao hadn't moved since.


Finally, the three minutes of prayer were over.


"I kind of want to kneel for a little while longer."


"Your Majesty, I feel like I need to kneel for another half an hour."


These words were spoken by Little Xiong Duoduo, now the Xiong Ba Fist Emperor, who expressed that since the Fairy Clan had evolved into Sacred Beasts, there was a certain difference from before.


Chapter 277: Come on, let's hurt each other! (Seeking monthly pass)_3