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

"Although Uncle is just a mortal, I also brought you something."


Old Uncle wrapped his arm around Bailuo's neck, lifted his palm, and gently brushed it over the figures standing in front of him, especially over the silhouettes of female leaders: "Look! This is the picturesque empire Uncle has won for you!"


At this moment, Bailuo's reverence for Old Uncle reached its peak.


Truly worthy to be Old Uncle, the eternal god in Bailuo's heart.


Suddenly, Bailuo saw a woman who stood out amongst the Masters of Miracles. She stuck out like a sore thumb.


She neither approached anyone nor did anyone approach her; she was quite isolated.


Her ice-blue hair was long, her figure tall and slender, dressed in a classical gown reminiscent of military attire, yet her skin was covered up tightly, leaving only her smooth, jade-white neck exposed, capturing Bailuo's gaze.


Chapter 369: Don't Look There, We Haven't Conquered It Yet (Requesting Monthly Pass)