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

Ying Muyao formed an avatar using Hailbo as a reflection point.


This method had its flaws; once Ying Muyao fought through the avatar, all the pressure had to be borne by Hailbo, who currently lacked the ability to withstand even a king-level Law Manifestation.


"Sending just an avatar instead of coming in person, it seems you don't plan to fight me,"


Ali let the panda run to one side while she crouched down, crushed her tobacco pipe, and let it disintegrate into a stream of reddish-golden light.


Ying Muyao, dressed in the imperial robes of the Eastern Empire, exerted more pressure on Ali than ever before since her recovery and return to the peak of her powers.


"But you're stronger than you were a thousand years ago!"


Ali's eyes shifted subtly, not with fear, but filled with excitement and anticipation.


Chapter 297: A Deadly Stage (Seeking Monthly Passes)