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..."

Old Luwei perceived the worries of the Deep Sea King and offered him reassurance, "However, I would like my granddaughter to be your deputy, to broaden her horizons."


Generals and Living Saints were not inherently strong from the outset; Living Saints need constant training, and generals must repeatedly lead troops into battle.


Yellow Spring possesses the talent of a general, but she has never fought a war.


Yellow Spring approached the Deep Sea King and said, "This battle is under your command; I will only watch and listen, and not express my opinions."


Deep Sea King: "What about the others?"


Old Luwei: "As long as we can win, you can arrange the battlefield as you see fit."


Chapter 833 - Chapter 511: Give you a batch of troops, choose yourself (Request for monthly ticket)