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

"Come, let me show you the strongest Miracle of our Yatun!"


Bailuo raised the Divine Twilight high and then pulled it out under the expectant gazes of countless people of Yatun.


At this moment, Bailuo stood in the grand hall of Avalon Castle, with the throne of the Seven Kings behind him.


In front, the very heart of Yatun's people had gathered, including Hailbo, who had hurried back specially to attend this important ceremony.


Bailuo drew the Twilight from the Divine, a sword not as bright and magnificent as the Li Guang, yet it had its own beauty.


The body of the Twilight sword was like red jade, as if a piece of iron had just been taken out of the furnace, glowing red hot.


Through the halo, Bailuo could see the etched veining on the blade, that seemed like words, or some kind of pattern, as if narrating some ancient and holy story.


It didn't possess the universe's aura like Li Guang, but Twilight's purity was even more striking.


Chapter 330: Raging Flames (Vote for Monthly Pass)