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

Bailuo said, "Zombies really do fit the Republican era best."


"Oh, and Maoshan Taoists. Speaking of which, there might be tomb robbers, like those from The Nine Gates or Touching-Gold Colonels."


The two arrived at the shore of the Eastern Sea, which was the designated waiting area specified by the Corpse Bride.


That world was a primary material plane, and with the might of Bailuo and the others, their mere arrival would bring immense destruction to that world.


Therefore, they needed to travel there in a special way, rather than going in person.


The Corpse Bride exemplified the traditional Eastern female beauty, carrying the soft grace of Jiangnan water towns.


Clad in a flowing classical dress with water sleeves, she moved with such grace that her colourful gauze garments fluttered in the wind, emitting a soft, beautiful radiance. They were treasures from dimensions she had once conquered, each of immeasurable value.


Chapter 398: The Imperial Mausoleum's Underground Palace (Vote for Monthly Ticket)