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

Elder Uncle's eyes shimmered with light, his expression alternating between grave and suddenly enlightened.


The Flood contained wisdom beyond Elder Uncle's imagination, encompassing everything, inconceivable, and in that moment of acquisition, even he almost succumbed to the illusion of omnipotence, losing himself.


Soon, Elder Uncle regained his clarity, sensing a discordance as if something was hidden within the Flood.


That wisdom was but a fog; what the Flood truly wanted to tell him was more than just that.


You want to tell me more than just this, don't you? What are you trying to say? Tell me why you sought me out, why me?"


The Flood lacked consciousness; it resembled a collective of knowledge and power.


It was nowhere to be found yet omnipresent, a mysterious and mighty force, hence it was revered by the world as 'Great Power.'


Chapter 421 I Give Up (Requesting Monthly Pass)