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

"I have an idea," Bailuo said, "how about coming with me to Yatun after the Conference of Kings, if you're willing?"


Feng Wa'er happily said, "I came here to join you in the first place."


"Another miracle is about to fall into my hands."


However, Bailuo was puzzled why it seemed that Feng Wa'er and Feng Xi could act separately, when they were supposed to be together.


"Let her find her own reason for existence"


This clearly hinted to Bailuo that Feng Wa'er could function independently.


But the fact that Feng Xi could foresee the future, and yet Feng Wa'er could substitute for him, also indicated their close connection.


Bailuo stroked his chin, silently complaining, "Isn't this just too terrible? Facing danger, he actually lets his sister die on his behalf, what kind of man does that?"


Are you sure he's a brother, not some jerk who's treating you as a backup?


Chapter 368: This is the Beautiful Empire Your Uncle Has Conquered for You (Seeking Monthly Votes)