Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Maybe it's just a coincidence; how could there possibly be such a large creature in this world?

But if even gods exist, then why is it impossible?

"Perhaps when Young Master Bai returns, he can answer my questions," Song Yingxing murmured to himself.

Bai Li, who was mining on Hell Rock, kept his attention focused on Song Yingxing.

It would be terrible if a scientist we finally managed to recruit suddenly had an accident.

There are still many technological advancements waiting to be unlocked!

Bai Li dug up all the gold mines near the teleportation portal and returned to Song Yingxing's side.

"Mr. Song, please feel free to ask anything you wish to ask," Bai Li said, noticing Song Yingxing's thoughtful expression.

"Young Master Bai, I have a question. Could this volcanic hell be the remains of some divine beast?" Song Yingxing asked cautiously.

Bai Li asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"Look, this is flesh and blood," Song Yingxing pointed to the Hell Rock next to them and the vast sea of ​​lava beneath their feet.

"This looks a lot like blood!"

Although the temperature of the liquid is very high, which is unusual.

But how many illogical things had he seen along the way?

Faced with this question, Bai Li didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

In the official lore of Minecraft, the Nether is a closed and dangerous dimension.

It did not specify that it was the remains of an organism.

This is just a guess and imagination among a portion of their player group.

However, now that it's become a reality, there is indeed a strange sense of déjà vu.

Bai Li pondered for a moment, then nodded and replied, "That's correct, but I don't know exactly which creature's remains they are."

It actually is!

Song Yingxing looked around, feeling both awe and deep thought.

How big must that creature be?

Perhaps it's a Kun?

"Shall we go?" Bai Li switched to a bow and arrow and gestured for Song Yingxing to look at the cobblestone path.

This only road leads to the Soul Sand Canyon.

Perhaps it is the most terrifying place in this hell.

Song Yingxing replied without hesitation, "Of course."

"Be careful, don't fall," Bai Li said earnestly as she walked ahead. "Otherwise, with my current abilities, I'm afraid I won't be able to save her!"

"good!"

The magma was bubbling and rising, carrying the smell of sulfur.

Song Yingxing looked down at the road beneath his feet.

He would occasionally raise his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself. After a long while, he took a deep breath and called out, "Young Master Bai!"

"What's wrong?" Bai Li asked with a smile, turning around.

"There's something I don't understand," Song Yingxing said, somewhat dejected, and asked疑惑地问道, "How did you know about me?"

When the merchant kidnapped him, Song Yingxing was preparing for the imperial examination.

After several unsuccessful attempts, he became somewhat disheartened and began to doubt his own abilities.

Unexpectedly, the current emperor did not take a liking to him, but in the end, he was chosen by an immortal.

You have to understand that he was just a scholar who passed the imperial examination, and there were many people who were more knowledgeable than him!

The things he was capable of doing already existed; he simply took notes of them along the way during the imperial examination because he was interested in them.

It's not exactly a remarkable ability.

His teacher viewed learning these things as a waste of time and a lack of ambition.

What merit or ability does he possess to be valued by immortals?

Bai Li thought to herself.

How did you know?

Of course, I learned it from textbooks and history.

He said with a smile, "Mr. Song, there's no need to doubt your abilities so much."

"To have one's name recorded in history is an achievement that not everyone can attain!"

Will my name be etched in history?

Are you talking about me?

Song Yingxing looked up in surprise: "Me?"

"It's just you and me here. Who else could it be but you, a ghost?" Bai Li joked. "Are you planning to write a book?"

"The Exploitation of the Works of Nature—that book will become quite famous in the future! And you, you'll appear in the textbook."

"The workings of nature," Song Yingxing muttered under his breath, "humans follow the ways of heaven, and their craftsmanship creates all things?"

Bai Li nodded and said, "That should be the meaning, after all, it's your book... it's just that the Qing Dynasty didn't value it much."

"The Qing Dynasty?" Song Yingxing was suddenly stunned, and he instantly realized what it meant.

The Ming Dynasty, gone?

Judging from what Bai Xianjun said, he knows about the future?

Yes, immortals can divine and foresee the future; it's not something they can easily know!

The change of dynasties is simply a cycle of history, and Song Yingxing was not particularly surprised.

"Yes, the Qing Dynasty." Bai Li sighed.

An unforgettable dynasty.

A whole host of troubles, each one more upsetting than the last.

"Young Master Bai, how long ago was this?" Song Yingxing then asked.

"Once the emperor changes, it'll only be about seventeen or eighteen years!" Bai Li shook his head and said.

In the Southern Ming Dynasty, Emperor Chongzhen was the sole emperor guarding the country's borders, and he had not left any heirs. Furthermore, several princes were overseeing the country at the same time, leading to chaos and disorder.

Even the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty is too painful to read closely; it's practically a cure for low blood pressure.

In a word,

No internal strife, no Southern Ming.

It exists in name only.

"More than ten years?" Song Yingxing was completely dumbfounded. His pride in being remembered in history vanished. He said in a trembling voice, "That's too fast!"

He thought he could hold on for another hundred years or so.

Wait a minute, it seems like it really can't last that long!

Song Yingxing stole a glance at Bai Li.

Such a dynasty would surely surpass any other dynasty!

"I didn't do it!"

Bai Li realized that Song Yingxing had misunderstood, and he added, "What I'm talking about is a future without my interference."

"Ah?" Song Yingxing was shocked.

If it's not Immortal Lord Bai, then who could it be?

Build a slave?

There's no other possibility but this!

He pondered for a moment, then asked in surprise, "The Jianzhou Jurchens?"

Bai Li nodded.

"How could they have broken through the Guan-Ning-Jin defense line?" Song Yingxing was extremely puzzled.

"They were let in," Bai Li said bluntly.

What?!

Song Yingxing was completely baffled.

Why is that? Why let them in?

One problem solved, but more problems surface.

In the end, Song Yingxing did not press the matter further. He said seriously, "Young Master Bai, I have another question. Did my future self betray the imperial court?"

"No, not at all," Bai Li sighed. "Speaking of which, the reason I wanted to understand you was because of someone else!"

"Who?" Song Yingxing asked curiously.

"A gentleman who feeds us, in a program, you, of course, someone else played him, shook hands with him across three hundred years, so I was very impressed with you."

Bai Li recalled, "It's a pity. The only flaw is that they overlooked the clothing and left you with a braid. Don't worry, you didn't shave your head or change your clothes. They just made a mistake."

The person in front of me did not shave his head, change his clothes, or submit to the Qing Dynasty.

Bai Li's words made Song Yingxing slightly lost in thought. Although he didn't understand some of it, he figured out some things.

It turned out to be the case.

I finally understand!

That makes sense. No wonder Miao Zhiming couldn't find any records about Bai Xianjun!

Bai Xianjun attained immortality through cultivation in later generations!

Reversing cause and effect, going back in time, we've arrived in the present day!

What incredible power this is!

"Isn't that Young Master Bai? Doing the same thing." Song Yingxing cupped his hands and said jokingly, "Aren't you, Young Master, acting on behalf of that gentleman, doing the same thing, and meeting me again?"

"Me?" Bai Li murmured, "How can I compare to that gentleman?"

I'm just lucky.

Sure enough, no matter how you look at it, Bai Xianjun seems more like a human!

Song Yingxing pondered to himself.

He recalled the first time he met Bai Xianjun, how the immortal had sneaked out.

Immortal Lord? Young Master?

Perhaps Bai Gongzi is his truest self.

The surrounding environment changed, becoming gloomy, with white dust floating in the air.

"We've arrived!" Bai Li looked at the evil spirits floating in the sky. "Mr. Song, since you know how to shoot arrows, could you also check if my posture is correct?"

The size of this evil spirit before me is perfect for practicing archery.

Song Yingxing stared at the enormous object and nodded: "Okay."