Return-He Had Never Used His True Power
My consciousness kept sinking.
It kept sinking.
I don't know how much time passed.
When Qin Wangchuan opened his eyes again, he had returned to the empty system space where he had started.
On the panel in front of me, four large characters were displayed:
[Trial Ended]
[Next, the host's performance in this trial will be scored.]
[Judging in progress...]
[Judgment complete.]
The next moment, lines of comments slowly appeared on the panel.
[Cultivation progress: D-]
[Fortuitous opportunity and Fortune: E]
[Influence: B]
[Reputation and Favor: B+]
[The final grade for this trial is: C+]
[Final Achievement: One Who Entered Mortality and Transcended Mortality]
[Survival time: Over 140 years.]
[Ending: He renounced Mortal World and died peacefully.]
(You were originally Divine Son of the celestial Immortal Court, with profound talents, and you have come here merely to undergo a tribulation in the Mortal World.)
With your abilities, you can flatten mountains and seas with a flick of your wrist, and Qiankun in order with a reversed hand. Seizing fortuitous opportunity, taking advantage of destiny, and building a empire are all as easy as turning your hand.
But you, of all people, did nothing.
You set up a small shop, forging iron during the day and practicing medicine in your spare time.
He sets bones and heals wounds for complete strangers, and shelters the people of a town from the wind and rain.
You married a woman who had been noisy your whole life, and stayed with her from youth to old age.
You watch helplessly as the people around you grow old and pass away, yet you refuse to cultivate yourself, for yourself or for them, to hold onto even a single day of their lives.
In the end, you exhausted all your Tongtian cultivation, and like a true mortal, you fell ill, grew old, and passed away.
You squandered your extraordinary talent on the mundane realities of daily life, the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death.
[Additional comment: The host possesses the potential to reach the pinnacle; the fortuitous opportunity to stir up storms and dominate the region should have been readily available. However, his ambitions lie elsewhere.]
[Having died once, you might as well think about it again; to dominate an era, to reach the pinnacle of a realm—aren't these things that ordinary people also do?]
[Rewards for this trial are now being distributed--]
The notification sounds on the panel kept ringing one after another.
But Qin Wangchuan didn't hear a single word.
He was breathing heavily for a long time before he finally broke free from the vortex of death.
This crisis is unlike any other before.
In the past, all of those battles were ultimately about power.
Dangerous, but still under control.
But this time...
It has nothing to do with power or strength.
It was a true death from old age, a case of a lamp running out of oil.
He truly died once.
After catching his breath, the first question Qin Wangchuan asked was about her.
"I'm out. Where is she, Qin Zhaoer?"
[Searching...]
[Search complete. No one named "Qin Zhaoer" was found in this trial.]
Hearing this lukewarm response, Qin Wangchuan's anxious heart inexplicably settled down.
It's been so long since I've heard that stupid thing make a sound.
Still as stupid as ever.
That puts my mind at ease.
As for the Eighth Sister —if she also reached the end of the trial, then she should have already gone home by now.
After calming down, Qin Wangchuan finally looked up at the control panel.
The notifications that he had just ignored were now densely packed, filling the entire screen.
A quick glance reveals that most of the items are rewards.
[Simulation Count +10]
[Origin Source +2000]
[Current Origin Source: 137.1 times]
[Remaining Simulation Count: 26]
[Points +10 (can be used to allocate points in the next trial)]
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained an achievement:]
[The Death Survivor]
The moment this achievement appeared, an ethereal voice drifted out from all directions of that space.
"Congratulations."
"You have been reborn."
"Your world has finally begun."
As soon as he finished speaking, the space around Qin Wangchuan suddenly lit up.
The pitch-black roulette wheel, engraved with ten faces representing Ten Lives Trial, reappeared before his eyes.
Then, the roulette wheel began to spin rapidly.
The markings swept by so quickly that the writing on them was barely visible.
Qin Wangchuan didn't move; he just watched quietly.
Having lived a long and peaceful life, he became even more composed.
The roulette wheel spun slower and slower.
It keeps spinning slower and slower.
Finally, the pointer came to a steady stop on two words--
[Strength]
[Ten Lives Trial, Part Two: Strength]
[Fists are power, words are power, scheming is power, and even Qi Yun is power.]
[You boast of your power, that a single sword can cleave the heavens, and a single thought can topple mountains and seas.]
But that's not your strongest power.
[There is a power you are born with, yet you spend your entire life without ever truly acknowledging it, let alone using it in the slightest.]
It's written in your name.
[The Qin Clan Divine Son.]
[Qin Wangchuan.]
[Behind you stands the Qin Clan, a pinnacle that countless people could never hope to reach in their lifetimes; within you flows a noble bloodline that looks down upon all living beings; beneath your name stand countless clansmen willing to go through fire and water for you.]
[The power of an individual, however Tongtian, has its limits; but once the power of an entire clan collapses, it can overturn clouds and rain, Move Mountains and Fill Seas, and even a region of the world will be transformed.]
[But you've never used it.]
[In this trial, you will shed your Divine Ability and magic, and plunge into a chaotic Warring States period where heroes rise and fall.]
[To be above ten thousand men, to reside in the highest halls of power, to serve as the chess Imperial Preceptor.]
[To see the incompetent and foolish king, to see the treacherous ministers forming cliques and engaging in corrupt practices, to see the court filled with those who hold positions without performing their duties, to see the starving corpses scattered across the fields outside the city, and the people suffering terribly.]
And what you have to do is pick up this bad game.
[To control, to dominate, to command, to conquer.]
[Let this entire chaotic game be at your disposal; let the entire Chess Game of the world fall into your hands alone.]
[Mission Objective: Without using your own cultivation, as the Imperial Preceptor, seize power over the nation, destroy the seven kingdoms, unify the country, and establish a foundation for an everlasting dynasty.]
[Initial points: 13]
[Task Reward: None]
[WARNING: Once the trial begins, voluntarily leaving will result in failure, and subsequent trials will be permanently closed.]
[The host may choose to begin immediately or temporarily leave to rest.]
The panel hung silently, awaiting his decision.
Qin Wangchuan stared at the panel and decisively chose to refuse.
Having stayed here for over a hundred years, I have no idea how much time has passed outside. I need to go out and take a look first.
Moreover, there was something else on his mind.
"The Ten Directions Profound Sword, the Wheel of Fate..."
"It's time for you to see the light of day again."
Before the words were even finished, the person had already turned around.
Without the slightest lingering attachment, without the slightest hesitation.
As the figure disappeared into the light, the vast system space suddenly fell into a Deathly Stillness.