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

By a hair's breadth, Zu Taichu dodged the punch of the Son of the Sun. The fierce force of that punch—had it not been for the Infinite Power of Miracle—he too might have suffered some scrapes.


The space behind warped under the force of the punch, and the tremendous power even shattered a distant planet, which burst into brilliant radiance in the profound depths of the starry sky.


To obliterate a star with a single punch, from tens of millions of kilometers away, was a power unheard of, not just to Bailuo, but also to Zu Taichu and Di Sui.


Keep in mind the Son of the Sun hadn't even used his Hero's Awakening.


This meant that the opponent, using only the peak state of a hero—essentially the physical body at its utmost, without any enhancement from Miracle Power—had unleashed such absurdly devastating destruction.


Chapter 438: You're Mine Now (Request for Monthly Votes)