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

The Moon Goddess's movements were completely locked down by the Rakshasa, that Iaido stance, anyone who hasn't experienced it would never understand its terror.


It was like a venomous snake, the moment she focused her attention on the thunderous dance of the Yellow Spring, the Rakshasa would draw their blade.


But if your energy was drawn to the Rakshasa, then the result would be facing the ultimate move of the Yellow Spring.


To dodge or not to dodge, to pay attention or not, they are both problems.


Even if you can multitask, a person only has one self, one soul, one sense of danger.


Rakshasa's Iaido targeted the Moon Goddess's heart and mind; she couldn't escape!


Under the thunderstorm, the ground shook, countless golden arcs crazily danced in the air, and a figure burst out, unmistakably the Moon Goddess.


However, compared to her earlier casual and holy bearing, her white garment was now stained with fresh red blood.


Chapter 439: God Among Men (Requesting Monthly Tickets)