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

Outside the ancient tomb, the loud explosion raised dust, and a group of figures dressed in the fashion of the Republic of China were taking cover behind shelters, softly coughing while they waved their hands to disperse the smoke-filled air.


It was midday, and although the scorching sun was obscured by the dense forest, the heat brought by the humid air was even more uncomfortable than the blazing sun itself.


Upon this exclamation, the youth in military attire hurried towards the direction of the entrance, not forgetting to look back, "Old Black Dog, make sure we've got the right place."


The man in gray with a stubbly beard pulled a piece of black cloth from his bag and spread it out, revealing a bloody red Zhouyi Map.


Tai Chi and Yin-Yang, the eight trigrams.


On the map, a tiny mouse was crawling forward.


Chapter 400: Tomb Robbery (Request for Monthly Votes)