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

"What happened to the flames? Why did they suddenly disappear?"


On the scorched earth where not a blade of grass grew, not far in front of everyone, Bailuo was squatting there, holding two girls in his arms, one older and one younger.


Helen was unharmed except for her clothes; she didn't have many injuries.


She was covered in wounds, her whole body burned by the Twilight Fire. Even though Bailuo had treated her, she still looked as terrifying as an evil ghost.


The Twilight had been shattered, destroyed by Bailuo himself.


This was his right as the Master of Miracles, to use his absolute will to destroy a miracle.


And as long as Bailuo was unwilling to let Twilight return, it could not come back again.


With the disappearance of Twilight, the Twilight Fire naturally dissipated in an instant.


However, before vanishing, Twilight made a prophecy—it would return.


One day Bailuo would need it again for various reasons.


Chapter 337: The Curse of Twilight (Seeking Monthly Votes)