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..."

Bard was well aware that there were certain individuals he could not discern or comprehend.


The Miracle Entity, as well as the Master of Miracles!


They inherently exuded an air of mystique, and no matter how powerful the Child of Miracle was, they could never surpass the true essence and mystery of a genuine miracle.


No, impossible. No Master of Miracles would personally wage war to such an extent.


Through clenched teeth, Bard identified Old Luwei's true identity, "How shameless for the esteemed Miracle Entity itself to assist Morgan's men in launching a surprise attack on my Northern Sea!"


Old Luwei was aware that he might be accused of bullying the weak, but what of it?


In his senior sister's illusion, Old Luwei was someone who could kill even his own fellow disciples. Having chosen the path of loyalty, he harbored no doubts and was determined to follow it through to the end.


Chapter 845 - Chapter 523: Being Tricked (Vote for Monthly Pass)