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

Zu Taichu was taken aback, then he felt someone grabbing him by the collar, and he was pulled along as he and the other person flew backward. "Di Sui, big brother, are you serious?"


"Fighting him will get people killed, give it up."


Di Sui, once the absolute ruler of the Eastern Continent before the Empress of the East and regarded by Zu Taichu as the strongest Master of Miracles, actually chose to run away shamelessly.


Zu Taichu didn't know what to say. Giving up so quickly, it hadn't even been 20 minutes, right?


Di Sui's shamelessness truly astonished Zu Taichu: "Is this Harls that strong?"


"Not sure," said Di Sui, "but sometimes, we have to believe in some ancient myths and legends."


Di Sui had come across Harls's name in his explorations within the Electronic Frontier System. If the myths and legends were true, then this man in front of them had an extraordinary background.


Chapter 442: Enlightening the Myth (Seeking Monthly Votes)