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

Great Power refers to a tremendous force, one that you cannot comprehend its origin, only knowing that it is exceptional, unstoppable.


So, its scope is actually quite broad, whether it's the Flood or miracles, both can be defined as great powers.


Therefore, Great Power isn't truly a type of force; it's more like an adjective.


"Don't make a move against her just yet,"


Di Sui stopped Zu Taichu, who was puzzled, "Why?"


"The Moon Goddess out there is already dead, and you've also taken out the Son of the Sun," said Di Sui, "If you eliminate her as well, this prison will summon even more formidable beings."


"Isn't that even better? I haven't had enough fun yet!"


Legends are still too weak, Zu Taichu hadn't even used one ten-thousandth of his abilities, and he was now eager for the Electronic Frontier to summon a few Mythical-level powerhouses to make things interesting.


"If they are only Mythical-level, there's nothing much to care about."


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