A rare magical miracle in the world

"I have an idea," Bailuo said, "how about coming with me to Yatun after the Conference of Kings, if you're willing?"

"Sure."

Feng Wa'er happily said, "I came here to join you in the first place."

"Another miracle is about to fall into my hands."

However, Bailuo was puzzled why it seemed that Feng Wa'er and Feng Xi could act separately, when they were supposed to be together.

"Let her find her own reason for existence"

This clearly hinted to Bailuo that Feng Wa'er could function independently.

But the fact that Feng Xi could foresee the future, and yet Feng Wa'er could substitute for him, also indicated their close connection.

"So strange."

Bailuo stroked his chin, silently complaining, "Isn't this just too terrible? Facing danger, he actually lets his sister die on his behalf, what kind of man does that?"

Are you sure he's a brother, not some jerk who's treating you as a backup?

Bailuo did not voice this thought since he was not yet familiar with Feng Wa'er, and it wouldn't be appropriate to say it at this time.

"I've been hearing a lot about prophets," Bailuo said, "if they can truly see the destiny of the Master of Miracles, doesn't that mean our fates have already been written by someone else?"

If such a person existed, Bailuo felt, that person would be the greatest enemy of all Masters of Miracles.

"It's not like that."

The Female Sword Emperor explained, "The Master of Miracles is protected by Infinite Power, and no one can peer into what is infinite."

The Master of Miracles is protected by miracles, and it's very difficult for prophets to see clearly unless they use a great deal of Miracle Power to control fate.

However, the content they see cannot be guaranteed to be accurate.

The margin of error is too large; even if they see something, it's as good as seeing nothing due to low credibility.

"Especially after a Master of Miracles has undergone four Awakenings, they have stepped outside the shackles of fate," the Female Sword Emperor said, "For such Masters of Miracles, not to mention specifying and altering fate, just catching a glimpse of a silhouette is nearly impossible."

Not to mention individuals like the Female Sword Emperor and Ying Muyao who are above the Fifth Awakening, unless they themselves want to be seen, it is impossible for others to come in contact with them.

"In that case, why do people say that I..."

The moment he said this, Bailuo immediately realized the crux of the issue, "Indeed, if the fates of Masters of Miracles can't be seen clearly, does that mean they can't see others clearly either?"

There's direct and indirect observation of fate, the killer is direct, and the deceased victim is indirect.

It's because prophets like Feng Xi saw numerous people dying miserably, and the world shattered, bringing the end of times, that they consider Bailuo dangerous, bringing unprecedented disaster.

"Besides, it may be impossible to interfere with the destiny of a Master of Miracles, but intervening in the destinies of Children of Miracle isn't that difficult."

The Miracle World is very dangerous, and Masters of Miracles, especially prophets, are like deeply scheming old men, one more calculating than the next.

After all, if Feng Xi schemed to have Elsa, Fiona, and others die at the hands of some Child of Miracle.

Could Bailuo possibly not seek revenge for them?

On the other hand, should Bailuo kill that Child of Miracle, his master, the Miracle Kingdom behind him, and perhaps the entire Miracle Alliance might become enemies of Bailuo.

Every single action could set off a chain reaction, and igniting the wars of miracles is too easy.

Each Master of Miracles chooses self-restraint largely for this reason, which is why even in wars, the likelihood of taking a direct life is not great.

"Understood."

Bailuo increasingly detested those prophets.

No matter their combat strength or the power of their Miracle Kingdoms, just the ability to foresee and calculate the fate of your people was disgusting enough.

But now, it seemed Bailuo was being targeted by many prophets.

"Miya, ah."

Bailuo thought to himself, "Step up, for the future of Yatun's Domain of Fate will depend on your protection."

"This incident truly came out of nowhere."

Bailuo hadn't offended anyone, yet he was on the minds of a bunch of thieves.

The most awkward part is that if something happens one day in the future, you won't even be able to find out who the mastermind is behind the scenes.

Was it Feng Xi, or was it the Marquis of Heavenly Mandate?

You just can't be sure.

Bailuo had no choice but to seek revenge on the present assailant.

Although it wouldn't put Bailuo in danger, being in a situation where seeking revenge backfires, yet not seeking revenge feels extremely frustrating, is something that probably anyone would find uncomfortable.

"Silver Leaf."

"Saros!"

As this was being said, uncle approached: "You're here so early, are you planning to take refuge with us?"

Feng Wa'er's alias in the team was 'Silver Leaf,' a character often heard in stories during Bailuo's childhood.

"You actually figured it out!"

"You can tell?"

Feng Wa'er and Bailuo both found it incredible. Uncle, did you eavesdrop?

"Uh..."

Uncle was taken aback and awkwardly joked: "I was just kidding; you really came to take refuge? What about your brother, has he decided to be our enemy now?"

"You're guessing this too?!"

"This isn't a guess," said uncle, "I figured it out."

Uncle's words are hard to judge; sometimes what seems like a joke unexpectedly hits the nail on the head.

"Xiao Luo."

Uncle gestured to Bailuo and led him to one side.

The Kings had arrived one after another, and the banquet had attained a certain scale. Bailuo glanced casually and saw at least fifty or sixty people.

The male to female ratio was very stable, basically 1:1.

In addition, one must admit, Miracle World is truly blessed.

Not all the Masters of Miracles are beautiful, but they all have a variety of temperaments, each displaying their most perfect side brilliantly.

"How about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"The gift I prepared for you."

Uncle brought Bailuo to the assembly of all Kings to introduce his connections to Bailuo, so that he could gain the upper hand in the upcoming diplomatic endeavors.

He had been discussing with his old friends just before and had basically settled matters.

"What's the price?"

"There is no price."

"Really?!"

Bailuo was surprised. Uncle's diplomatic skill was something a hundred Hailbos couldn't match; the gap was huge: "Why? Is it possible? Really nothing in return?"

Previously, Bailuo had been worried that acquiring Twilight would make many Masters of Miracles wary, even form alliances, and encircle him, disadvantageous to him, Yatun.

However, uncle seemed to have used some method to break through the situation.

"It's not that there's nothing in return," uncle said with a smile: "I used up all the favors I had."

"Favors?"

Uncle owed favors to many Masters of Miracles, and the King of Aolai was not the only one. Uncle had made numerous such connections.

Besides, there was an even more important reason: uncle is trustworthy!

Uncle's credibility is very high, even if the Kings might not trust Bailuo, they would trust him once for uncle's sake.