A rare magical miracle in the world

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"You plan to attack the Ancient City?"

"The Ancient City is a strategic location; it’s beneficial for both Yatun and Aolai."

This was a world torn asunder, with continuous mountains guarding the left and, on the right, a huge castle where the black sun and the red moon reflected off each other.

Bailuo and the King of Aolai were currently communicating through Royal Prestige, engaging in a discussion.

The aspect of this world was the direct visual manifestation of their miracles, representing the supreme rule over their respective ’worlds’.

"Ah, cut the crap," the King of Aolai said, "Just tell me if you want to fight or not. If you do, I’ll help out; it’s as simple as that."

"..."

Bailuo: "I know you’re straightforward, brother, but I’ve got to lay out the analysis for you, right?"

"That’s true."

the King of Aolai: "I think the Ancient City isn’t much use, but you think it’s beneficial, interesting. Can you let me know your intentions? It’s fine if you’d rather not say, I don’t mind."

"There’s no reason to hide anything."

Yatun and Aolai were military allies; thus, for a millennium, they were bound to advance or retreat together.

It wouldn’t make sense for Bailuo to act alone without bringing the King of Aolai into the picture.

That was also why Bailuo was giving the King of Aolai a heads-up about the attack on the Ancient City in private, so they could both prepare in advance.

If not, once the Ancient City was captured by Yatun, then the King of Aolai would be left scrambling.

Not to mention being overly hasty—what would you be taking the King of Aolai for then?

A mere tool?

If Bailuo were to play that way, it would be leaving a rift between them, which would be foolish.

"Ordinary land isn’t much use to us, Masters of Miracles," Bailuo said. "But I have plenty of miracles. Yatun Island is developing steadily and will soon reach its limits. Given a few years, I can turn the whole of Hiruen into miracle territory."

"When that happens, if I push from Hiruen to the west, and you from the Mountains to the southeast, we’ll have a pincer strategy. We’ll be able to support each other and form a continuous front, then we could split the entire Iron Eagle and Mountains right down the middle." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Listening to Bailuo’s words, the King of Aolai found Yatun’s steps to be grand and aggressive.

Masters of Miracles lived long lives and their actions could span decades or even hundreds of years in planning.

Of course, most Masters of Miracles were consumed by pleasures, perhaps spending 90 out of 100 years indulging in hedonism, without ambition.

"Are you really striving that hard?"

The King of Aolai, noticing Bailuo’s ambitions, asked, "What do you want? To build an empire?"

The King of Aolai was a king but not all kings are necessarily aggressive. Wise and holy sovereigns are also kings.

However, the King of Dong Aolai certainly wasn’t a holy sovereign; he was more like a bandit king. Good at fighting, but lacking in grand strategic vision and insight, often acting impulsively.

Simply put, the King of Aolai didn’t have such ambition.

If Bailuo were to establish an empire, the King of Aolai had no intention of becoming the emperor.

Likewise, he only acknowledged Bailuo as emperor.

Apart from Bailuo, the King of Aolai wouldn’t agree to anyone else climbing to the Upper Tier.

"The Holy land will eventually split; we must prepare early. Even you don’t want to see your people die in the chaos of a war-torn world in the future, right?"

The fragmentation of the Holy land was something nearly everyone could foresee.

The King of Aolai eagerly formed an alliance with Bailuo and vigorously nurtured him so that in times of chaos, there would be a powerful ally to fall back on.

"Makes sense."

The King of Aolai trusted Bailuo: "Anything else?"

"The Azure Duchy intends to form an alliance with me, then connect with you through me."

"You know, I don’t like associating with the weak."

The King of Aolai disliked such matters, feeling as if a pot of porridge had been spoiled by a single rat turd—it was no longer clean.

"Three Masters of Miracles tied together," Bailuo countered, "are not weak."

"In a real fight, you might not be a match for the three of them put together."

"Hmph."

King Dong Aolai had a high opinion of himself; aside from the Empress of the Far North, he truly didn’t consider anyone else worthy of attention: "Shen Niang is nothing but a coward! Immortal Hawk? Just a woman without much ambition. Only that kid Yang Bo has some skills, half a figure at best."

"What a pity, Yang Bo chose to nestle in his corner."

The King of Aolai said, "Believe it or not, once the war starts, Yang Bo would flee even farther overseas instead of coming ashore to compete with us."

"You know him well?"

"I’ve met him a few times at the Convention of Kings," the King of Aolai said, "Yang Bo is mediocre as a king; it’s just that he has a few capable people under him with exceptional talents."

"Especially the Eye of the Heavenly Realm, this fellow is a Child of Miracle nurtured through years of effort by Yang Bo and his Female Immortals, possessing not only formidable combat strength but also the makings of a renowned general."

"A renowned general?"

Bailuo had heard from his uncle that on the Miracle Mainland, anyone who could earn the title of renowned general was akin to a national hero: "With such talent, he’s afraid to come ashore?"

Bailuo was disappointed in the Three Dukes of Azure; he needed allies who could watch his back, not ones who would shrink before a battle had even begun.

However, individuals like the King of Aolai were rare.

Most allies were probably like the Three Dukes of Azure, good only for fair-weather fighting, and likely to request a surrender at the first sign of a headwind.

"It’s not that he doesn’t dare, but there is no need."

The King of Aolai said, "Hundreds of years ago, before the Holy edicts were proclaimed, Yang Bo was also on the mainland. But he couldn’t withstand the pressure and fled overseas."

"Overseas is a good place, indeed, with no formidable enemies around, no need for defenses."

In other words, he went from an elite class full of top students to an ordinary class.

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