A rare magical miracle in the world

Fortwentyyearssincehissoulhadtransmigrated,Bailuothoughtthiswasanordinaryworld,untiloneday,ablackleatherbookappearedinhismind.“Istheremagicinthisworld?”FacingBailuo’squestion,hisuncleremainedunwaveringashesaid,“No.”“Buttherearemiracles.”“Whataremiracles?”“Aswordthatcanreleaseflames,apotthatcanpouroutgold,abeautifulgirlgrownfromafruit.”Theunclesaid,“Controllingthemist,bringingthestorm,commandingthethunder.”“Magic!”Bailuoraisedhishandandpointed,“Thisisdefinitelymagic!”“No.”Hisunclesaid,“Thesearetrulymiracles.”Yearslater,whenBailuolookeduponthenationhehadbuiltwithhisownhands,thatmagnificentandmajesticsight,heagreedwithwhathisunclehadsaidallthoseyearsago,“Thisisamiracle…”