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 fog gradually cleared, and the Fragrant Riverbank bloomed with flowers of all seasons. On the vermilion and brown wooden bridges, people were coming and going. The pink-white sakura trees and peach trees bloomed in competition, blending with the quaint streets and bathing them in a shower of snowy petals.


At the end of the gaze, surrounded by green mountains, a grey staircase stretched up from the end of the street, connecting to massive and majestic buildings.


The four stood on the bank, utterly astonished by the scene before them.


Qin Yue was dumbfounded, "My god, this isn't Hell, it's simply Heaven."


Beyond these four words, they could find no adjectives capable of describing this place.


Qin Yinyu was composed, having seen much of the world.


She had climbed Mount Everest in her youth and adventured through vast deserts and tropical rainforests, but even Qin Yinyu had never imagined such a paradise.


Chapter 282 Starting With a Lucky Bag, Equipment Depends on Picking Up (Requesting Monthly Tickets)