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 the void world, Bailuo silently floated where there was nothing at all.


Bailuo couldn't tell if this place was very dark.


Because darkness didn't represent the absence of everything; at the very least, there was darkness here.


But this place was neither white nor black, nor was it any other color. Bailuo felt like he could 'see' it, but it seemed not with his eyes.


Suddenly, Bailuo saw a brilliant light.


It was like the cosmic colors of the universe, and Bailuo couldn't describe it with any known color. If he had to forcefully define it, Bailuo thought this might be 'cosmic color', the true color of the cosmos.


Not black, not simply bright, this was its real appearance.


The word popped into Bailuo's mind. This brilliance was not light, but the civilization and wisdom that illuminated ignorance, darkness, and chaos.


Chapter 333: The Ancient Tree of the World (Requesting Monthly Pass)