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

"Boss, I feel like I've been sitting here for half a day."


Lyon felt quite helpless, he was a Bailuo adherent, whatever big brother said, he would always support, "Won't Count Thorn trouble me?"


Lyon originally wanted to add some drama for himself, like having a fight with Count Thorn right here.


Whether he could win was one thing, but to fight or not, that was a matter of attitude.


However, since Bailuo had already dealt with it in private, Lyon had some regrets, but the boss's word was law, after all. 


"If you're bored, you can join me as a referee in that world."


Bailuo said this mainly because he wanted to be lazy, after all, if one had witnessed examples of the Miracle Power battles, what followed was the troublesome task of supervision, and Bailuo just didn't have the patience for it.


Lyon immediately declared that he was busy with constructing the Ancient City and couldn't extricate himself.


Chapter 389: Bandits of the Miracle World (Seeking Monthly Pass)