Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

The gates of the Underworld were tall and heavy, forged from millennia-old black iron, their surface covered with the marks of time and mottled rust. Every iron nail on the gate resembled a sharp fang, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura.

The door was tightly shut, not even a breeze could penetrate. It was not only a physical barrier, but also a psychological constraint.

Standing in front of the gate, Zheng Qian could clearly feel the overwhelming aura of death, as if an invisible force was preventing them from moving forward.

Above the gate, the two large characters "Netherworld Prison" seemed to possess a kind of magic, devouring people's souls.

In the legends of the Underworld, no one captured there has ever left alive. Whether a noble of high status or a heinous criminal, all meet their end in death. Their cries of agony and despair remain forever within this prison, becoming its eternal curse.

Zheng Qian placed his hand on the door and felt a chill. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.

Deep within the underworld, a dim oil lamp flickered on the wall, and a pot of burning charcoal lay on the ground, yet the fire did not raise the surrounding temperature by even a fraction.

"The tortures of the underworld are the most terrifying. The most horrifying of them all is the torture of piercing the heart with a thousand needles. And the torture of piercing the heart with a thousand needles is what I invented. It is a torture specifically designed to target the heart. I will insert steel needles as thin as hair into various parts of your body until they pierce your heart. Throughout the process, you will feel the excruciating pain of being pierced by a thousand arrows until finally, your heart is riddled with holes and blood is gushing out, and only then will you die."

Then a second voice rang out, “The burning alive method I invented is actually the cruelest punishment. I will use charcoal to roast your fingers and toes bit by bit. It will take seventeen days from start to finish. During these seventeen days, you will smell the aroma of your own flesh. After three days of hunger, you will eat your own flesh. I guarantee it will be delicious.”

The third person's voice rang out, "Actually, the ice water brain drip I invented is the cruelest punishment. I will tie you to a quiet cell, and every time it takes to brew a cup of tea, a drop of ice water will be dripped onto your forehead. From the first day, your head will feel like it's being pricked with needles, making you wish you were dead. After five days, your eyes will go blind from the pain. After fifteen days, you will start losing your hair. After forty-five days, you will be able to clearly feel your skull falling off. How about that? Isn't this the cruelest punishment?"

In front of the three, a man was suspended in the air with his limbs bound by four iron chains, his expression disdainful.

"This is the torture method you came up with? It's utterly rubbish. No wonder you can only stay on the outskirts of the underworld and waste your days."

"What are you saying? We're here voluntarily. The people inside are all perverts. I don't want to go in."

"Yes, the three tortures we invented are absolutely the most cruel in the underworld."

"That's right, that's right. To date, no one has been able to endure my brain torture with ice water for more than forty-seven days."

The person hanging in the air laughed loudly, "Haha, you three little trash call this torture? The underworld is nothing more than this."

One of them gripped the handle of the branding iron outside the charcoal brazier, raised one end of the red-hot iron, and said, "Zhang Tiezhu, you're still so arrogant even when you're about to die. Here's an appetizer for you. Remember, this is called branding."

After saying that, he pressed the red-hot branding iron onto Zhang Tiezhu's chest.

puff……

A plume of smoke billowed up, and the air was immediately filled with the aroma of meat.

Zhang Tiezhu was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, his fists clenched tightly together, and his limbs stiffened from the pain. Finally, his body relaxed abruptly, and Zhang Tiezhu didn't utter a sound, coldly watching the three of them.

"Once my head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) comes to rescue me, I'll let you guys try out the garbage you invented."

"Oh, still dare to be stubborn? Let me tell you, the Underworld has existed for hundreds of years and no one has ever broken in. Zhang Tiezhu, you're going to get another shot."

Another branding iron was pressed onto Zhang Tiezhu's body. He endured the excruciating pain without uttering a sound, his whole body drenched in cold sweat. He instantly became listless.

At the entrance to the Underworld, Zheng Qian shielded Jiang Siting behind him and entered the Underworld first.

Zheng Qian couldn't help but wrap his clothes tighter. A chilling wind blew through the passage, making him shiver.

They ventured deeper into the passage, the surrounding scenery growing increasingly eerie, with various monsters sculpted on the walls. The light in the underworld was dim, the faint glow of oil lamps on the walls barely illuminating their path. The surrounding walls were damp, seemingly still harboring some unknown liquid, and an indescribable stench permeated the air.

Suddenly, a cold aura appeared behind Zheng Qian and shot towards the passage two meters ahead with a whoosh.

Bang.

A corpse fell, its entire body shrouded in a black robe, like a black rat that blended into the darkness.

Zheng Qian looked at Jiang Siting in shock. He hadn't even noticed the enemy yet, and Jiang Siting had already killed him. He didn't even know how she had done it.

“I cultivate soul techniques, so I can see clearly even in the dark, just like in daylight. I’ll lead the way,” Jiang Siting explained to Zheng Qian, then went around to the front to lead the way.

The words "Soul Technique" kept swirling in Zheng Qian's mind. Could this be a cultivation method that surpasses martial arts?

She was able to spot people dozens of meters away in such dim light, which probably wasn't just using her eyes, because it would be difficult to spot these enemies hiding in the dark even during the day.

Jiang Siting was very calm after committing the murder. Zheng Qian couldn't help but look at her empty, slender hands. What had she gone through in the past month?

Suddenly, a pale blue beam of light condensed at Jiang Siting's fingertip, and then Jiang Siting flicked it lightly, and another corpse fell in the darkness.

As the two ventured deeper, the enemies in the darkness fell silently to their deaths. They were all sentries of the Underworld, one of whom was a master at the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm, yet he was still killed by Jiang Siting with a single finger.

Wuyan Kingdom's most heavily guarded and notorious hell, with its most complete range of tortures, was utterly powerless against Jiang Siting's blue beam of light.

Zheng Qian was so impressed by Jiang Siting's fighting prowess that he questioned his own existence. Just a month ago, she was a weak girl who couldn't even kill a chicken, but now she could instantly kill enemies with a higher cultivation level than him. How could he remain calm?

Zheng Qian's only thought right now is that he must find a powerful master.

Only by standing on the shoulders of giants can we see the world clearly and go far.

"Tingting, I didn't expect you to be so amazing." Zheng Qian was very relaxed. He just followed Jiang Siting. All the hidden and visible sentries were killed by Jiang Siting in an instant. He didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Of course, I'm really good now, Zheng Qian, you have to keep it up!" Jiang Siting raised her little hand and smiled proudly.

Zheng Qian couldn't help but ask, "What realm are you at now?"

"Soul Dual Realm, which is equivalent to the peak of the Spirit Fusion Realm, right?" Jiang Siting tilted her head and thought. She should have combat strength equivalent to the peak of the Spirit Fusion Realm.

"Peak of the Spirit Fusion Realm? Don't you practice body tempering?" Zheng Qian asked curiously. Aunt Lan had told him that the Spirit Fusion Realm came after the Body Tempering Realm, and then the Dragon Shaping Realm, which allows one to fly.

Jiang Siting blinked and said with a smile, "Body Refinement Realm? I completed my cultivation in just one day."

Zheng Qian stared in astonishment, unsure how to respond.

Good heavens, completing the Body Refinement Realm in a single day? What kind of cultivation speed is that?