A rare magical miracle in the world

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"What’s wrong? You look terrified. Who is he?"

"Great, Great Philosopher."

"..."

Bloodthirsty Emperor Magnus, "What is he?!!"

"This! Old man, you’re not joking, are you?! How can that kind of thing possibly exist?!!"

"Kid, first feel for yourself the aura of the Master of this generation in Avalon World."

The Master of this generation’s aura...

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, Bloodthirsty Emperor Magnus stiffened: "Her! How could it be her?"

’The Master here is my daughter.’

Recalling the words the old uncle had said earlier, both Bloodthirsty Emperor Magnus and the King of Immortal Realm showed expressions of shock and even horror.

"Her father, he claimed to be, that woman’s father..."

"Is it, is it real?"

They were the finest of their own eras, yet when facing the old man, they instinctively bent their bodies in salute.

"King of Immortal Realm Oburlang, greets the Great Philosopher."

"Bloodthirsty Emperor Magnus greets the Great Philosopher."

"May you and Artian be as one."

The old uncle didn’t quite understand what they were saying but still noted down words like Magnus, Oburlang, Mudelrad, Zu Wujing, Tesagon, Glinode, the Great Philosopher, Artian, and so on.

The information was too sparse; it wasn’t very clear.

But the uncle felt that these words were likely related to the secrets behind the Miracle Twenty-Eight Camps.

"We’ll research it slowly later."

"Now," the old uncle mused, "I can’t keep the children waiting any longer."

Oburlang and Magnus had already awakened, so the old uncle had plenty of time to slowly extract their words, asking about the events of the past.

The old uncle had heard of this matter from his sister before; now it seemed that the Avalon Treasury might have an exceptionally unique effect on studying the history of the Twenty-Eight Camps.

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The Great Divine Dragon King and Belated Arrow were biased towards the Lost Realm, but why would items from the Lost Realm appear in Ideal Coast?

Based on the uncle’s studies, he faintly realized that Avalon World might be closely related to all the Twenty-Eight Camps.

Take the Treasury for example; its treasures come from all the civilizations, legends, and histories that have ever appeared in the world.

It’s precisely such terrifying power that makes Avalon a Superior Miracle World.

"Please come back, both of you."

The old uncle took out the Lionheart King’s Blood Sword and the Obrang Saint Shield, and the two ancient Heroic Spirit’s Remnant Souls immediately bowed their heads humbly: "We will follow your guidance."

"Is this the power of Master Level? Indeed impressive."

The old uncle looked at his own hands, feeling the Miracle Power within him, as he attached the Lionheart King’s Blood Sword to his waist.

The Obrang Saint Shield suddenly shattered and then formed into a huge platinum-colored cogwheel, floating behind the old uncle like a clock dial, slowly turning.

"Whirl."

A blood moon, its edge burning with pitch-black flames, appeared behind the old uncle; it nestled in the axis of the Holy Shield Cogwheel, as if it were the core of the universe, presiding over the center of the world.

The old man’s snowy beard and hair grew back under the effect of the Miracle Power, streaks of black and red bloodlines spread across his coat, and golden patterns lurked on his skin, transforming into ancient runes, holy and venerable.

With the old uncle’s steps, the edge of his long robe waved like burning ashes, moving on its own without wind, rising into the air.

"Thud!"

The golden door was suddenly knocked heavily from the inside; it did not open, but spilled out ashes of gold, red, black, and blue.

The ashes burned in the air and quickly dissipated into nothingness.

"They’re here."

Outside the Gate of the Holy Temple, Bailuo and his sister looked up; they knew the old uncle was about to come out.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, a vast amount of green life energy in the form of vines surged out like a tide.

"Rumble!!"

Columns of golden and black-red energy intertwined and shot into the sky.

In the sky, both the black ash sun and the bright red Blood Moon appeared simultaneously.

And within this Holy Temple, flowers blossomed, and copious amounts of blue energy crystals, like the light of the Immortal Realm, condensed, resembling blooming azure flowers.

"Roar!!!"

A tide of blood roared as golden-red Blood Lions leaped out, standing on both sides of the path, fourteen on each side, totaling twenty-eight, as if welcoming a venerable and mighty individual with a guard of honor.

"Your Majesty."

The old uncle approached Bailuo and respectfully knelt on one knee: "This humble servant is honored to report success in breaking through to Master Level within three days!"

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