After twenty years of soul wear, Bai Luo thought it was an ordinary world, until one day, a black book appeared in his mind. Is there magic in this world? Facing Bai Luo's question, the old man was unwavering Said: No. But there are miracles. What is a miracle? A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, and a beautiful girl who grows from fruit. Uncle: Manipulate the mist, bring the storm, and dominate the thunder. Magic! Bai Luo raised his hand and pointed: This is definitely magic! No. Uncle: This is really a miracle. Many years later, when Bai Luo looked at the magnificent and magnificent scenery of the country he built with his own hands, he agreed with the old uncle. What I said back then: This is a miracle...