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..."

This dragon claw was not tangible, it was like the universe itself, resembling both chaos and order, truth and magic—the very embodiment of indefinable and immeasurable entities, with no concept of size or strength, but one overwhelming sensation—that it was an enemy not to be conquered.


Sazzag could only manifest in this world by possessing Harls, but now he was being held in the grasp of the Dragon of Miracles, his body disintegrating, both his and Harls'.


Even in adversity, Sazzag talked to himself, saying confidently, "You weren't around before, Second Witch? Yet, you seem to lack what others possess, how strange."


The roar of the Dragon of Miracles echoed through the void, it was furious, and within that anger, Bailuo could also sense her fear.


It was not a fear for herself but concern and guilt.


Chapter 781 - Chapter 459: All things and I return to one (seeking monthly tickets)