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

"Or could it be that this too is within his calculations?"


Ying Muyao had the same thought as Bailuo, she too stared at Feng Xi, unsure of what he would do.


It was at this moment that an aged voice came through: "I have seen a different vision."


"You have seen a different vision, how can that be?"


All the Prophets were taken aback, yet they didn't doubt the truth in the words of the Eastern Conquest Emperor; after all, with his status, he wouldn't possibly lie without concern just to shield Bailuo.


Besides, who could lie in front of the Master of Miracles?


Each person seated here could rival the newest lie detector; if anyone spoke an untruth, it would be spotted within minutes.


The Marquis of Heavenly Mandate greatly admired the Eastern Conquest Emperor and trusted his judgment.


Chapter 383: Bet Big or Bet Small (Seeking Monthly Votes)