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..."

With the power of the Holy Emperor, everything in the Miracle World cannot escape his perception and control.


Other people's Miracle Kingdoms, indeed the Holy Emperor can't interfere, but if there is something he wishes to know, he can at least discern where the person is.


The presence of the uncle disappeared from the Miracle World, which truly shocked and saddened the Holy Emperor, but he had already become Bailuo's miracle, so it was definitely not demise.


The uncle must have gone to a peculiar place, a place where the Holy Emperor's Miracle Power could not reach.


The Holy Emperor only pondered briefly and guessed in his mind: "Did he go in search of the Lost Realm?"


If there's a place in this world beyond the control of miracles, it's definitely the Lost Realm, a place beyond the probing of the Kings possessing Miracle Powers.


Chapter 862 - Chapter 540 What is the Method? (Requesting Monthly Tickets)