I Picked up a Witch Diary

Many years later, facing the crown that the Pope put on his head, Leon would still recall the distant afternoon when he picked up the witch's diary. This is an era in which technology and rationality replace religion and mystery. The roar of steam engines covers up solemn chants, towering chimneys replace church steeples, and the word "magic" only exists in works that study medieval history. Until Li Ang opened the diary written by the witch—— [Use the world as the crucible and the ocean as the substrate...] [Add a spoonful of fantasy and mystery...] [Add a few pieces of wizards and gods...] [Finally, the moon and the sun are required to cooperate closely...] "Ah, I accidentally fell into some strange beasts and steam..." Forget it, Li Ang comforted himself: "They are all very interesting things anyway." He stirred the crucible… Then the magic comes again...