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

"In the land of the Four Perils, none of us know what lies beneath."


Old Black Dog, a descendant of Ancient Divination, heard that this method of divination was created by Fuxi: "Li Zhen, my old brother, it's time for you to lead the way."


Li Zhen had practiced internal martial arts for decades and was exceptionally talented. He had returned to the simplicity and truth of martial arts and was immune to all poisons.


He was the only one present who had been bitten by a zombie yet remained unharmed.


Not even the poison from corpses could trouble him; having such a person at the front was more than ideal.


"Let us sisters handle the work of scouting."


Two women dressed from Miaojiang took out two clay pots from their baggage. When opened, a large number of pitch-black insects crawled out.


Old Black Dog knew the sisters' abilities and quickly handed over the Underworld Palace Map he got from Daoist Lin.


Chapter 401: The Evil Corpse (Seeking Monthly Tickets)