A rare magical miracle in the world

For twenty years after his soul transmigrated, Bailuo believed he was living in an ordinary world—until one day, a mysterious black leather book appeared in his mind.

“Is there magic in this world?” he asked.

His uncle answered calmly, “No.”

“But there are miracles.”

“What kind of miracles?”

“A sword that burns with flames. A pot that pours out endless gold. A beautiful girl born from a fruit.”

He continued, “Controlling the mist, summoning storms, commanding thunder.”

“That’s magic!” Bailuo insisted.

“No,” his uncle replied. “Those are miracles.”

Years later, as Bailuo stood before the powerful nation he had built with his own hands—grand and awe-inspiring—he finally understood.

“…This really is a miracle.”