A rare magical miracle in the world

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"Ah!"

Cat Lulu immediately understood that the other party was very strong and probably smelled the various foods she was carrying through the space.

"Is it this?"

Cat Lulu opened her life storage, a special type of space-related Fairy Magic.

"Not this?"

"Then, could it be this?"

"Also not."

"How about this, this?"

What Cat Lulu held in her hand was a golden banana, and the moment Aolai Kong, with her high-cold demeanor, saw it, she finally lost her composure for a brief moment.

However, that moment was fleeting; her face quickly regained its icy expression.

"It’s this, may I have it?"

"I have many more."

Cat Lulu suddenly poured out a pile of bananas, causing Kong’s eyes to shine brighter and brighter.

"You like bananas?"

"Like, cough, it’s, it’s okay."

Kong was a bit embarrassed, but still gratefully accepted Cat Lulu’s bananas.

By the way, she also took some peaches.

"Then, welcome to my city."

Kong raised her hand, and the space in front of them shattered loudly. As the crack expanded, Hailbo and Cat Lulu saw a new mountain and river.

"This place is called Huaguo Mountain."

"And this city is Dongsheng City, personally overseen by me."

"Now, on behalf of my father," Aolai Kong said, "welcome both envoys to the Aolai State of Myriad Monsters!"

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Yatun Island, White City.

Bailuo stood at a high point, overlooking the entire island, checking the disaster situation caused by the Blood Moon anomaly.

"It’s been over ten days already."

"Your Majesty is worried about that child?"

"How can I not be worried?"

Bailuo said to his uncle, "That’s a Miracle Kingdom just like in ’Journey to the West.’ It took the Monk fourteen years to retrieve the scriptures. How can my Hailbo, no matter how excellent, replace 365 monks?"

"What is really going on here? I thought that was just a story."

’Journey to the West’ was a book from Bailuo’s past life, a complete fiction. Yet after gaining the Miracle, his uncle told him about the existence of the Aolai Monster Nation.

At that moment, Bailuo was bewildered.

"Dreams, themselves are a kind of different dimension."

His uncle said, "Through them, one can connect to different worlds, and thus receive partial information flows. It’s not strange."

His uncle had not been too suspicious when he first heard Bailuo talk about ’strange dreams,’ and that was why.

He had seen too many similar cases; it was nothing unusual.

"Actually, when you told me the story of ’Journey to the West,’ I guessed that it could very well be traces left by that Miracle at different times."

His uncle said, "Dong Aolai originated from The Lost Lands, crossing oceans to come to this land."

"Lost Realm and The Lost Lands..."

While Bailuo mostly knew about the attributes and tendencies of these factions, he nearly hadn’t studied their true meanings.

"I’m not clear on it either."

His uncle said, "My knowledge of these factions mostly comes from observations and the ’Ancient Book of Yatun.’"

"If you asked me to name a few powerful Miracles of the Lost Realm, I could tell you quite a few, but what exactly is the Lost Realm, I don’t know," his uncle said, "The archaeological records of the Twenty-Eight Camps have all been burnt. Even the ’Ancient Book of Yatun’ that was left is only half complete."

"Then, the Miracle of the King of Aolai is..."

More than these, Bailuo was more curious about just how strong the Miracle of the King of Aolai could be.

This was something, of course, his uncle could not possibly know.

That was the state secret of Aolai Country, not even his uncle could inquire into it.

"He proclaims it to be a Middle-Ranked Miracle Nation · Aolai Thousands of Monsters."

Miracle Kingdom, like Miracle World, is also a very special type of Miracle, quite rare.

"Proclaims," Bailuo said, "so that means it’s not, right?"

"When I traveled in Aolai Country, I was fortunate to meet the King of Aolai," his uncle said, "I bet him that if I lost, he could take my life, but if I won, he had to answer one of my questions, and he must tell the truth."

"Hoho."

This was quite the wager characteristic of his uncle. Bailuo said, "Then what happened?"

"We bet three times."

The outcome need not be mentioned; his uncle was still alive, so the result was clear: "The first question I asked him was about his Miracle, what exactly it was."

"Miracle Kingdom?"

"No."

"Even the type was wrong?!"

Bailuo thought to himself that the King of Aolai was also scheming, claiming his Miracle as a Miracle Kingdom when it was not: "Then what is it?"

"Middle-Ranked Miracle Resource."

His uncle remembered back to those days with nostalgia: "Ninety-nine to eighty-one!"

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