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

Corpse Bride sensed the changes within the Imperial Mausoleum, "Why didn't those tomb robbers follow the route I provided? Did they avoid the Earth Fiend Corpses?"


To Corpse Bride, Earth Fiend Corpses were nothing, mere cannon fodder that could be turned to dust in the flick of a finger.


But there weren't so many Earth Fiend Corpses in the entire Underground Palace. She had only brought a dozen or so. The Earth Fiend Corpses placed at the entrance were specially prepared as a show of force, intended to kill a few intruders.


Corpse Bride couldn't accept such a turn of events, "I left them a way out because I didn't want the game to end so quickly, but why do they seem to know there's a secret passage there in advance?"


Standing in front of Corpse Bride was a monster with a sturdy body, but a face as ferocious as evil ghosts, the Heavenly Gang Zombie King.


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