A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 817 - 495: Yizhou World (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 817: Chapter 495: Yizhou World (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

“I saw a great war,” the uncle explained to Bailuo’s bewilderment, “I mean, look, it’s a metaphor.”

“I know.”

Bailuo couldn’t help but smile wryly. Was he really that stupid? “What kind of war?”

“One that takes place in the future or, perhaps, the distant past.”

At this moment, Bailuo wasn’t the only one beside the uncle. His senior sister and Alaya were also there, the most judicious among all.

“A war that has not yet taken place, and you’re already seeking allies?”

Bailuo wasn’t sure who his uncle referred to as allies. In his mind, they should be other Kings, or at most, the Kings in the Southern Miracle Sea Region.

However, the uncle was not referring to them. The allies he spoke of were in an even more distant place.

“Even more remote?”

Bailuo asked, “Where?”

“Yizhou.”

“What?”

Bailuo was puzzled, hearing this term for the first time: “Yizhou, is it a place?”

Yizhou is an extremely ancient world.

In fact, the Yagen World evolved from the Yizhou World. It belongs to the second era, while Yizhou World is from an even older one.

Like a remnant from a past era, that’s where the uncle was heading.

“It’s a world, and it’s also where I’ll be going to find allies for you,” said the uncle. “And while I’m there, Xiao Luo, it’s not like you have nothing to do.”

“I have a task?”

Bailuo was now capable enough not to need the uncle’s guidance, and the uncle knew this.

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The nature of their relationship had changed; it was no longer about instruction and assistance.

Now, Bailuo was more like a child who had set up his own home and was starting a business. He wanted to achieve something through his own efforts that would astonish even the uncle.

There is nothing more pleasure-giving in this world than making one’s parents say, “He is my pride.”

“You need to accumulate power in preparation for the future war.”

“That’s simple.”

Bailuo was never afraid of war, nor were the People of Yatun—they relished the idea of a fight every day.

“It’s not that simple, Xiao Luo.”

The uncle said, “The relations between the Kings are complicated and troublesome. You can give it a try.”

“How should I try?”

“After you get back, announce my death and see how they react.”

With the uncle around, his renown was enough to deter the Kings, whether capable or not, from acting boldly in front of Bailuo.

The Kings’ conference was the perfect example; everyone concealed their true intentions as they sought friendship with Bailuo.

But were they actually afraid of Bailuo?

No, they were afraid of the uncle, fearful of him, the living Miracle, invincible in battle.

“Will they become my enemies?”

Bailuo’s tone was murderous when he spoke; he loathed being deceived.

“The future war is beyond our imagination in scale and unpredictable in outcome. Even I am not sure of victory.”

The uncle himself feeling the danger made Bailuo all the more cautious: “What are our chances of winning now?”

“Less than ten percent.”

“……”

Bailuo was genuinely shocked. He had never heard the uncle say he had only a ten percent confidence in something.

To Bailuo, that seemed like a guaranteed defeat.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

Bailuo replied with a smile, “On the contrary, it’s somewhat, exciting.”

“I wonder if I win this battle, would I surpass you, old man?”

“Hahahaha.”

The uncle, since his revival, had been somewhat somber, because during his ‘death’ he had vaguely seen many things. But at this moment, Bailuo’s response made him burst into laughter, dispelling the clouds.

“Good, very good.”

The uncle was gratified by Bailuo’s attitude: “Do you remember what you used to tell me? Contempt the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically.”

“But to eliminate the foreign threat, we must first secure internal stability.”

“Does that mean killing someone?”

Bailuo quickly caught on: “Who?”

“Whoever jumps out, kill them.”

The uncle meant that they had to have a stable rear when going to war. However, the Miracle Kings were a mixed bunch, and some were overly ambitious.

Whenever Bailuo went to war, it was crucial to ensure that no one would stab him in the back. Those putting themselves in a position where they faced threats from both the enemy and their allies were the epitome of stupidity.

“Business as usual.”

The senior sister spoke: “Within it, there is a power I cannot control.”

The senior sister had always been on Bailuo’s side, even with the Queen’s inscrutable thoughts. In essence, like the senior sister, she intended to strengthen Bailuo, not backstab him.

“We of Yatun cannot fight an unjust war,” said the senior sister, “but we can use the law to bait them.”

The senior sister had control over the Miracle Warriors and Kings within her trade organization, and she could easily expose those who did not comply, giving Yatun a chance to train its troops.

Meanwhile, Bailuo could send his people in to gradually hollow out the entire trade organization.

“Alright, how you fight is up for you to discuss.”

The uncle said, “As for me…”

With the senior sister looking outwards and Alaya securing the interior, the uncle felt reassured. Even without him, Bailuo would not be easy to deal with.

“You’re leaving so soon? You’ve only just returned.”

“The portal only stays open for a limited time,” explained the uncle. “I must depart.”

According to the uncle, to travel to ‘Yizhou’, a colossal amount of power was needed to open the gate. Apparently, the Flood and Miracle were sufficient forces, and the reverse Flood had just recently erupted.

The uncle was planning to hitch a ride on the tail-end of the reverse Flood to get to Yizhou World.

“Then, I wish you a safe journey.”

Bailuo felt somewhat reluctant, but knowing that the uncle was simply traveling and not truly leaving, never to return, he was consoled.

Moreover, if Bailuo wanted to communicate with the uncle, he could use the Miracle to connect, similar to video calling, available at any time.

“I hope to see a strong and prosperous Yatun when I return.”

Before leaving, the uncle casually gave Bailuo a goal. He departed, leaving Bailuo, the senior sister, and Alaya standing silently on the sandy beach of the island, gazing towards the distant horizon.

“Is that it?”

Bailuo scoffed, turning to the senior sister with a somewhat murderous look in his eyes, “To eliminate the external threat, we must first secure internal stability. Got any targets?”

“What about Di Sui and Zu Taichu? What do you think, Xiao Luo?”

The senior sister sent the two over, also meaning for Bailuo to assess their character and integrity: “They’re not bad, heroes indeed. I like heroes.”

Bailuo was cultivated by the uncle, and thus by extension, Bailuo genuinely liked heroes and warriors.

Even if the other party was an enemy, Bailuo would still advocate for a lavish funeral for them.