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

There were still many matters to attend to after the meeting, but most of them related to resources and territories.


Yatun Duchy currently had nothing, and there was no need for Bailuo to compete with others for anything. A single dimensional war was enough for Yatun to digest. To want more, Bailuo's appetite wasn't that great.


Yatun was still at a stage where it needed to rely on the might of great nations to establish itself, far from having the capital to be arrogant.


After playing in the Holy City for a few days, Bailuo took his uncle, master sister, Lyon, and others back to Yatun.


The Empress of the East couldn't follow Bailuo, the Clearspring family was too large; it would take time to move the household properly. Besides, she had some dimensions and planes which required the registration and reporting from her subjects, who were also Bailuo's subjects.


Chapter 391: Seven Crown Emperors (Seeking Monthly Votes)