After soul-transmigrating for twenty years, Bai Luo thought he was in an ordinary world, until one day, a black book appeared in his mind. "Is there magic in this world?" Faced with Bai Luo's question, his uncle firmly said, "No." "But there are miracles." "What are miracles?" "Swords that release flames, pots that pour out gold, beautiful girls growing from fruits." Uncle: "Controlling mist, bringing storms, dominating thunder." "Magic!" Bai Luo pointed: "This is definitely magic!" "No." Uncle: "This is truly a miracle." Many years later, as Bai Luo looked at the country he had built with his own hands, the magnificent and splendid scenery, he agreed with what his uncle had said back then: "This is a miracle..."