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

"You're nothing like him, absolutely nothing."


Ygsella didn't get angry. It seemed that when facing Bailuo, she wasn't as irritable as the old uncle had said, "I don't sense any killing intent in you."


Bailuo didn't judge by appearances; in his eyes, anyone who was an enemy could be killed without exception.


Be it the old or the weak, women and children, when Bailuo needed to act, he wouldn't show mercy.


"Are you saying that I'm just bluffing?"


Ygsella shook her head, "I'm talking about potential."


"When I saw this man for the first time, I knew he was dangerous."


The Empress of the Far North pointed at the old uncle, then explained, "I possess such power, the ability to see a person's future, but this is different from those foolish and self-important Prophets; I judge based solely on instinct."


In other words, the Empress of the Far North could divine, through her feelings, the extent to which someone could advance.


Chapter 370: Empress of the Far North (Seeking Monthly Votes)