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

As soon as he heard combat, Zu Taichu was no longer sleepy, "You should've said so earlier. Where's the enemy?"


The walls made of Harls's material composition had just stopped flowing when a shadow suddenly pounced from behind the two men. Di Sui sensed it but did not turn around because, at the very first moment, Zu Taichu had already blocked the attacker's onslaught.


Zu Taichu caught the attacker's fist with one hand, looked down, and saw that the person was a teenager dressed in a black suit.


No, not just him. There were many more.


Almost instantly, Zu Taichu was subjected to dozens of attacks. He just glanced and, with a slight curl of his lips, joked, "Why are they all kids and girls? Isn't there a single burly man?"


These black-suit teenagers had their own consciousness and were not pure puppets.


"Since you've come, don't leave so quickly."


Chapter 435: The Reality of Illusion (Seeking Monthly Votes)