Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

With so much reading and learning in ancient times, it's no wonder that so many outstanding scholars and generals emerged.

"That's really impressive," Bai Li exclaimed.

"I dare not accept such praise. I have only learned a little bit. I cannot compare to those truly skilled generals, whose arrows never miss and who can hit a willow leaf from a hundred paces away." Song Yingxing shook his head and said seriously, "As for this immortal bow, I wonder what kind of immortal magic it is imbued with?"

The enchanted bowstring shimmered with purple light. Song Yingxing gripped the bow handle, placed his left hand on the bowstring, and slid his fingers along it, exclaiming in amazement, "After holding this bow and arrow, my strength seems to have increased considerably."

"You've gotten stronger? Let me see."

Bai Li was puzzled. He took the bow and arrow and held it in his hand to feel it carefully.

It seems like I don't feel anything at all!

For me, this amplification is probably just a tiny fraction of the power.

It should be an effect of the Strength enchantment.

It seems that the effects of these enchantments are not just as simple as increasing damage.

"That's good. If the power enchantment is high enough, maybe the villagers can be equipped with stone swords and diamond swords, which will greatly increase their combat power!" Bai Li muttered.

Although it is already quite high now.

He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Song, take the shield and let's go."

Song Yingxing followed Bai Li closely.

Bai Li stepped through the portal and disappeared into the purple light.

"I never imagined I'd one day see a living immortal," Song Yingxing murmured, his expression complex as he stared at the strange ripples. "And I never imagined the legendary hell truly existed, and that I'd actually witness it alive!"

This is a rare opportunity, let's go in as soon as possible, don't keep Immortal Bai waiting.

He took a deep breath, went inside, and used one hand to prop open his eyelids, afraid of missing any details.

The scene before my eyes began to distort, the world stretched and twisted together, and when it returned to normal, I was already in an ordinary stone house.

Aside from the pungent smell lingering at the tip of my nose and the occasional slight burning sensation on my skin, I haven't experienced any other discomfort so far.

Bai Xianjun stood in front of the door crack, staring at him with a solemn expression.

"Are you ready?" Bai Li asked in a deep voice.

This was not an overreaction on his part. After the opening of Hell, bandits caused trouble again near Chengcheng. Wu Zhen captured them and sent them to Licheng.

Almost everyone has to go through a hellish ordeal without changing jobs.

Those similar to the Heavenly Tiger would not be simply locked in the stone house, but would go out for a stroll.

I didn't go to the Soul Sand Canyon, and I didn't see those moving skeletons or flying ghasts; I only saw them near the Gates of Hell.

Many people go crazy, and after they come back, they're completely out of it and may not recover for a long time.

Some people were even scared to death!

After all, this place looked completely different in Bai Li's eyes and in the eyes of those ancient people.

In his eyes, it was just a Netherworld he had entered countless times before, only now enhanced with VR, a place to farm resources, and also the location for building the future express train.

But in the eyes of the ancients, that was one of the eighteen levels of hell!

Volcanic Hell.

How could one not be afraid of a place specifically for imprisoning and torturing evildoers?

Even a fake Sadako can scare people to death, let alone this place; it would take several lives to scare someone to death.

Shangtianhu isn't crazy; he now thinks it's all a miracle.

His heart raced, and Song Yingxing gripped the shield tightly. He took a deep breath and said, feigning nonchalance, "Young Master Bai, now that I'm here, it would be a lifelong regret if I went back without even taking a look."

"Alright, but let's look around from the doorway first. We'll go out once you're ready," Bai Li stepped aside, her eyes gleaming. "Don't be afraid. It's just hell. I'll be right here, protecting you!"

"Thank you very much, Young Master Bai!" Song Yingxing said, bowing with his hands clasped in thanks.

Yes, with an immortal who can rival the heavens, open up a celestial realm on earth, and even descend to hell, what do I have to fear?

With that confidence, Song Yingxing walked to the iron gate and looked out.

"Is this what the eighteen levels of hell, the volcanic hell, look like?"

After seeing the appearance of hell clearly, Song Yingxing's body stiffened slightly, and he unconsciously took a small step back, muttering to himself.

The scene was filled with blazing flames and flowing liquid, resembling molten iron. However, Song Yingxing felt that the temperature must be much higher than that of molten iron.

"Young Master Bai, let's go," Song Yingxing said slowly.

"So fast?" Bai Li hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe we should slow down a bit more."

"Young Master Bai, are you worried that my mortal eyes cannot bear the sight of hell?" Song Yingxing smiled slightly and continued, "Those bandits went mad because they stood on the opposite side of you and committed heinous crimes. Naturally, they would be worried and afraid. But I am exactly the opposite of them."

Even so, this adaptability is quite strong.

"Okay, come with me," Bai Li said softly.

He pulled down the lever, opened the iron gate, and walked onto the bridge paved with cobblestones.

"Anything you want to ask, just ask me. I know a thing or two about this hell," Bai Li grinned.

It's finally my turn to speak!

"Yes, Young Master Bai." Song Yingxing lowered his head and curiously looked under the bridge.

Sure enough, it was empty.

Like that stone wall, it should have collapsed, but it was held up by some strange force.

He glanced at Bai Li, who was standing to the side.

The source of power.

Seeing Bai Li glancing in one direction, Song Yingxing seemed to be deep in thought.

Bai Xianjun came to Hell, naturally he had things to do, but he was worried about leaving me here alone.

"If Young Master Bai has anything to do, just go ahead and do it. I'll just stay here and look around," Song Yingxing said slowly.

"Okay, then wait here for a moment, I'll be right back, don't wander around!" Bai Li took out his precision mining pickaxe and stared at the Nether gold ore embedded in the Hellrock.

Finally, we can start digging for gold!

First, dig away the surrounding area, then slowly search for the rest.

"Okay." Song Yingxing nodded and stood obediently in place.

Bai Li turned and left, digging for gold ore, but he remained within Song Yingxing's sight.

Taking this opportunity, Song Yingxing looked around and his gaze was drawn to the Hell Rock beside the round stone bridge.

These hellish rocks are really strange-looking.

He walked forward curiously and observed it carefully.

The rocks seemed to be pulsating in the dim light.

Why does it feel so much like living flesh and blood?

An indescribable feeling enveloped Song Yingxing's skin. He reached out and pushed the rock.

This feel, that's it, it's flesh and blood!

He took a few steps back and pressed himself against the round stone wall. When he looked around again, Hell seemed even more terrifying and bizarre.

As his scalp tingled, a bizarre speculation lingered in Song Yingxing's mind.

Rocks like blood clots, boundless, with flowing, scalding red solution.

Chunks of meat, scalding hot blood.

Could it be that this hell is located in the remains of some ancient divine beast?