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

"Is this the right time to say such things?"


The Cain Empress had placed her chips on Bailuo, and after learning about the future depicted by the Eastern Conquest Emperor, she believed in Bailuo as the savior more than the world-destroying demons.


But wasn't Bailuo a little too arrogant? At this moment, it would have been more appropriate to say something humble, rather than such bold words.


If others do not offend me, I will not offend them—wasn't this a stubborn youth's thinking?


However, Bailuo did not compromise. He had his principles and limits: "The power of Twilight is extremely strong, I will never use it as a means for external warfare or fighting."


"On the contrary," Bailuo said, "I also ask you all to understand."


Bailuo was telling the Kings that if it came down to life or death, he would still bring out the Twilight, even if it meant mutual destruction.


"Is that the kind of character you are?"


Chapter 284: Alliance Conference (Vote for Monthly Tickets)