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

On the third day of the Princely Kings' meeting, the massive circular conference room was filled with kings taking their seats one by one, as arranged by the Emperor Candidate.


Ying Muyao arrived early in the morning, but due to her status as Empress of the East, she couldn't sit with Bailuo. Even their meeting was merely a greeting exchanged through Miracle Contract, as they passed by each other.


"There really are a lot of people this time."


Dressed in the Eastern attire, majestic and noble but without losing dignity, the Heavenly Empress moved with a subtle and indescribable aura. 


That was the manifestation of Miracle Power, the ultimate representation of magnificence, prestige, and sublimity.


"Quite a few from the south have come as well."


Holding a folded paper fan, the man with the classic warrior hairstyle—Lixue Shanxianzhai's fellow disciple, Shan Xianzhai from Long Guixiang.


Chapter 377: Kings of the Eastern Empire (Seeking Monthly Tickets)