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 white-gloved man's eyes revealed a horrified expression, "It's actually Di Sui!!"


The white-gloved man thought he had already overestimated the power of the Trade Guild, yet he hadn't expected that even Di Sui would be a member of this organization.


Di Sui, anyone who had ever been the Master of Miracles knew his great name.


A thousand years ago, the Emperor of the Dong Huang Empire, with a more seasoned background than the Holy Emperor, he was a Master of Miracles from the same era as the Ancient Golden Emperor.


The three of them, each established and symbolizing the very pinnacle of miraculous development.


However, the problem was that Di Sui should have been dead ten thousand years ago.


The one who killed him was none other than the current Empress of the East.


"If you don't have the Li Guang in your hand," Di Sui said, "I would kill you right now."


Li Guang was powerful, but it had its own thoughts.


Chapter 278: The Helplessness of Emoticons (Seeking Monthly Pass)