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

With the arrival of the Southern Kings, the Eastern Empire and the Far North Empire became the focal point of the entire Kings' conference due to the presence of Emperors.


In fact, in previous gatherings of the myriad kings, these Emperor-level Masters of Miracles would almost never participate.


It wasn't that they looked down on the Miracle Union meetings; rather, there usually wasn't much to discuss.


If there were indeed important matters, the Holy Emperor and the prophets of each country would definitely notify everyone in advance, just like this time. Almost all Masters of Miracles capable of attending had already arrived.


One hundred and seventy-three Masters of Miracles being present was definitely an exaggeration, but there were surely at least a hundred.


"I am honored by your presence," he said.


Chapter 380: Making Trouble (Seeking Monthly Votes)