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

In fact, this was the fundamental issue that concerned Bailuo.


They did not fear the enemy, the stronger the enemy, the more excited Bailuo and his senior sister became.


Because the People of Yatun all crave the most exalted glory, which is combat.


Just like when they hunted in the mountains, they did not fear being watched by terrifying monsters from the darkness, what they feared was searching for three days and nights only to not even find a single rabbit.


Bailuo felt his uncle was truly his cheat code, always able to pinpoint the essence at any time, "What we need to determine now are the enemies and to firm up our stance, rather than being trapped in doubt and confusion, which would hurt Feiya."


Though senior sister was strong, Bailuo was the man.


If he couldn't even protect his own woman, what kind of man was he?


"Meet the soldiers with generals and stem the floods with earth."


Chapter 313: This Queen is a bit Silly (Seeking Monthly Votes)