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..."

The sound of the sword being sheathed reached Bailuo's ears.


At the same time, Yellow Spring, holding the sword, and Old Luwei, who was catching his breath, both had a touch of relieved smile on their faces.


"You're not killing us, you showed mercy?"


The expected slash from Asura and Yellow Spring did not fall; the siblings turned their gaze forward, only to see Bailuo holding the sword and slowly turning around.


There, Rakshasa was posing for a quick draw slash.


Unbeknownst to them, he had already positioned himself behind Bailuo—a blind spot in his vision.


Bailuo's brow furrowed slightly; he had intended to casually strike the siblings a couple of times, to discourage their infighting and unite them against a common enemy.


Chapter 415 - Chapter 195: Acknowledging the Master Ceremony (Part 2)