A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 742 - 420: Teach Me (Request for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 742: Chapter 420: Teach Me (Request for Monthly Votes)

Therefore, both sides reached a temporary resolution.

Mu Yunji had her way out, and she also chose to respect her sister, but she hoped the other party would at least try to be worthy of her sister’s affection.

Fengdu, on his part, did all he could, for Mu Yunji would no longer persecute or separate them.

However, face is something one must earn for oneself. To let Fengdu bear it all would make even Fairy Yunhua feel overly demanding.

What kind of friendship is this? Isn’t it just being kept on the back burner?

‘Wuu wuu wuu~~’

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Little did they know how aggrieved the Corpse Bride felt on the side, her cherished man actively pursuing another woman, and a married one at that.

Heartache, bleeding.

‘But what can be done about it?’

The Corpse Bride, with a sorrow unspeakable: ‘The man I love, I’ll love to the end, even on my knees.’

Corpse Bride: You can like other women, but you can’t stop me from liking you!

“What kind of third-rate romance novel is this?”

Bailuo muttered to himself, but his attention turned to the Black Leather Book; as expected, two tasks had been completed at the same time, but to truly subdue them both, there was still some way to go: ‘It seems I must thoroughly resolve the couple’s issues.’

The Black Leather Book could provide shortcuts for Bailuo, but he had to walk those shortcuts himself.

“Alright, then, let’s go back.”

Bailuo would take Yunxiao away, and as for her arrangements, that would be discussed with Mu Yunji.

“Miscalculation, huh.”

In the Yatun Duchy of the Miracle Mainland, Uncle rolled up his sleeves. Somehow, the Flood Force that had once spread around his heart had now almost enveloped his entire body.

“Is there no way out?”

Uncle had originally thought that by attaining the strength of Clearspring and becoming a Miracle Creature with it, he could use the miracle’s power to suppress the encroachment of the Flood.

But now it seems the miracle cannot hold back the Flood.

“Why is that?”

Despite his body collapsing again, Uncle was not scared; he was quite calm. Especially when Bailuo was out and he was alone, he was even more so.

“What exactly is the Flood, Great Power? But then, what is Great Power?”

He had heard about the concept of Great Power a long time ago, during his adventures around the world, the first mention coming from the notes left by his father.

Uncle’s father, Bailuo’s grandfather, was a descendant of the God of War of Yatun, a mortal who lived for 800 years.

The Yatun Duchy once had Seven Kings, all Miracle Creatures and Miracle Persons from Ying Baizhou. However, with the loss of the Master of Miracles, their power began to wane, ultimately leading to their demise.

Elder Yatun was the ruler of the Kingdom of Yatun, yet he was not the Supreme Lord over the Seven Kings.

They protected him, solely because Elder Yatun was a descendant of Ying Baizhou.

Similarly, to protect him, the Seven Kings did not grant him any authority—be it rulership, management, or foreign diplomacy—he had none of it.

Elder Yatun became the custodian of the Yatun Library, devoid of authority, yet he accompanied the most important legacy of Yatun for 800 years.

During those 800 years, Elder Yatun read almost every book left behind by Ying Baizhou.

In terms of the sheer volume of secret knowledge known, there were few in this era who could compare to Elder Yatun.

The Kings of Yatun were not weak, even without their Master, they could still suppress Ali and, with their formidable power, deter neighboring nations from harboring any covetous thoughts.

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However, they were more like pure warriors, the Kings of Yatun knew far less of Yatun’s secrets and some of the deeper research findings than Elder Yatun did, and this was also the reason why they made Elder Yatun the librarian.

One reason was to protect, and the other was to let him inherit the most important thing of the Yatun Empire.

The treasures of the Yatun Empire were never just the power of the Kingdom of Yatun, but knowledge—the research results left behind by Ying Baizhou over more than ten thousand years.

Unfortunately, the Yatun National Library was burned down by the Iron Eagle King.

The books made from leaves of the World Tree, due to the death of Ying Baizhou and the collapse of the World Tree, the leaves became rootless duckweeds.

Theoretically, they should have been indestructible. Not to mention a mere ten thousand years, even a million years would not have caused any damage, but without their master, the books made from World Tree leaves, upon encountering ‘ordinary fire,’ seemed to receive a ‘self-destruct’ signal.

Even though the Iron Eagle King immediately realized his mistake, and regretted trying to remedy it, he still could only watch helplessly as countless books were reduced to ashes in the great fire.

Elder Yatun escaped, and rescued a portion of the books.

“Great Power…”

Uncle first saw Great Power in these books: “Ying Baizhou spent nearly ten thousand years investigating this thing, exploring its origins.”

According to the Ancient Book of Yatun, the Yatun Empire suspected that the source of miracles was related to this thing called ‘Great Power.’

Subsequently, Uncle also obtained clues about Great Power from the mouths of the Heroic Spirits.

“Flood Force is one kind of Great Power.”

In this statement, Uncle received a clue he had never had before—’one kind’ of Great Power.

The Heroic Spirits referred to Great Power in a particular way, which also meant that there could be more than one type of Great Power.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, while Uncle was pondering, a piercing pain exploded violently.

The old man clutched his chest tightly, where a great deal of Flood Force was emitting a profound and mysterious glow; it was alive, even possessing its own will.

It was speaking, saying something to Uncle…

“What are you trying to tell me?”

Uncle felt that the Flood Force had no malice towards him, which was very strange. Logically, since he was cursed with the Supreme Tier Miracle using Flood Force, the Flood Force should also not be benevolent.

Yet Uncle felt that the Flood Force was unrelated to that Supreme Tier Miracle; they were not of the same party.

“Ah!!!”

The pain started to migrate, moving continuously upwards from his chest, as strands of golden blood, like brooks, flowed incessantly towards Uncle’s left eye.

The next instant, the pupil in Uncle’s left eye began to tremble.

He saw it, witnessed unprecedented wisdom.

“Hah~~ Hah~~~”

After an indeterminate amount of time, Uncle lowered his head, breathing heavily, even the clothes on his back soaked with sweat, but the old man was not despondent or fearful; instead, he became even more composed.

“Is that so? This must be the same sensation that the child had when he held the Twilight?”

The shock brought by the Flood Force, similar to the Twilight Power that Bailuo suddenly acquired, but unlike the greatly changed Bailuo, Uncle endured the Flood Force and maintained his self perfectly.

He was not changed, and his heart did not waver in the slight.

“Do not worry, I can bear it.”

Uncle calmed the palpitations in his heart and then lifted his head, his eyes serenely fixed on the void ahead of him: “Now, teach me and tell me everything you know.”