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

Rakshasa sheathed his sword, crouching low to assume the posture of Iaido, a swift sword-drawing slash.


Ali observed Rakshasa closely: 'A psychological tactic?'


Killing intent, invisible and intangible, had become a certain reality due to its fusion with Miracle Power, affecting everyone on the field.


For enemies, this killing intent would keep them on edge, but for allies, it was a powerful stimulant.


With him, you can strike with confidence!


Black cuneiform characters erupted from beneath the arena like a storm, and with a slight movement of Yaksha Princess's fingers as if she were plucking invisible strings, the text in the air formed a massive serpent.


"I am Yaksha," proclaimed the Yaksha Princess, levitating mid-air, her backdrop eight dragon heads manifesting: "I seek guidance from the Archduke."


The eight dragon heads turned into a tempest, furiously rushing towards Ali.


Chapter 298: Unyielding (Seeking Monthly Pass)