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

Sitting beside Bailuo, the Empress of the Far North poured herself a glass of wine and elegantly savored it, "If you take out that miracle now, at least sixty percent of the kings present will become your enemies."


"Even the Supreme Tier Miracle has its limits, if dozens of Masters of Miracles join hands, you would undoubtedly die."


The Supreme Tier is strong, but that strength is relative to who you compare it with.


Miracle, each one is a force capable of prying the world, its quality is beyond question.


Even if Twilight is powerful, can it destroy dozens of miracles? It certainly cannot afford to be enemies with everyone present. Bailuo is very clear about this.


Bailuo asked for his Uncle's opinion in his mind, and the latter replied, "There's no harm, agree to her terms first and stabilize the situation."


Chapter 371: The Nameless Flame (Seeking Monthly Votes)