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

The last to arrive was none other than the Master of Miracles from the Southern Continent, not just Bailuo, everyone turned their gaze towards them.


The representatives from the south who came to attend the meeting were not many, only seven.


From appearance alone, it was indeed difficult to discern what kind of individuals the Masters of Miracles were.


Reconnaissance Skills were ineffective against them, and even personal reasoning would face a 'judgment cannot be determined' special circumstance when it came to the Kings.


"One, two, three, four, five, there are so many, I can't count them all."


"Walking with you lot is embarrassing."


Among the Southern Kings, four men and three women, Bailuo could tell at a glance who their leader was.


It was an old man with short white hair, wearing a hemp garment, holding a Shepherd's Staff in his hand, his aura not sharp but rather exuded a soft and comfortable ease, making him approachable.


Chapter 379: Eastern Conquest Emperor (Seeking Monthly Pass)