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

It had been a week since the Empress of the East left Yatun.


In this week, Bailuo temporarily set aside his work to join his senior sister in closed-door training in the Avalon World.


Developing the country was important, but with the power accumulated from several miracles, Bailuo had to master them first.


At the very least, he needed to be able to contain the power of three miracles and maintain it for a long time.


Ying Muyao was support from the sidelines; she openly refused to allow Bailuo to command her at will, yet over these seven days, she contacted him more than once to ask if he needed help.


No matter how aloof she appeared on the surface, Ying Muyao still instinctively doted on Bailuo.


Unfortunately, there really wasn't much that Bailuo needed his sister's help with.


Yatun Duchy had no external enemies, and there was no movement from the trading houses that Ying Muyao kept reminding him about.


Chapter 279: Path of Concealment (Requesting Monthly Votes)