Since there's no way to summon the Xuanyuan Sword using the Xuanyuan Sword Xuanyuan Sword Realm, it's clear the system doesn't want Qi Ling to take this shortcut, so Qi Ling has no choice but to find another way.
Seeing Qi Ling deep in thought, Jian Lan couldn't help but say, " Qi Ling, you don't need to be so troubled. Perhaps you've gone down the wrong path from the start?"
"Misconception? What misconception?" Qi Ling asked, puzzled.
"You've always wanted to start with the Xuanyuan Sword itself to find its unique characteristics, but have you ever considered that perhaps what you should be looking for isn't the characteristics of the Xuanyuan Sword, but rather those of yourself?" Jian Lan said. "Think carefully, what is it that can truly make this divine sword recognize you?"
Upon hearing Jian Lan's words, Qi Ling suddenly realized something and immediately changed her perspective, beginning to ponder the relationship between the Xuanyuan Sword and herself.
As a divine weapon, the Xuanyuan Sword is indeed not the strongest. In terms of attack, it is inferior to the Pangu Axe; in terms of defense, it is inferior to the Eastern Emperor Bell; and in terms of application, it is inferior to the Nine Slips of Heaven and Earth.
But the most powerful aspect of the Xuanyuan Sword is actually its belief! Because it represents the orthodoxy of the world, the supreme rule of the king, and it cannot be used by anyone but a person with the magnanimity of a king.
And if we're talking about the orthodox path, what could be more sacred and noble than the dragon? At least Qi Ling, who has lived two lives, has always been proud to be a descendant of the dragon, and even more proud of his national honor.
"Perhaps, this method is worth a try!" Qi Ling thought to herself.
Then, Qi Ling summoned his Divine Dragon Emperor Martial Soul. This time, after being summoned, the Divine Dragon that was circling in the air did not rush into Qi Ling's body as usual, but instead hovered above him, seemingly sensing something.
As the Divine Dragon roared, the tens of thousands of swords on the ground began to tremble and hum once more, sending a chill down Qi Ling's spine. Was this guy going to unleash another "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin on him?
Fortunately, this time, the terrifying scene did not repeat itself, and after circling for a while, the Divine Dragon Emperor returned to Qi Ling's body, completing the Martial Soul Possession.
The instant the Divine Dragon Emperor entered Qi Ling's body, a power seemingly based on some kind of law also entered his body, giving him a special enlightenment.
Then, Qi Ling's Fifth Soul Ring lit up automatically, and the unparalleled aura of the Divine Dragon Emperor was instantly activated. A kingly aura that reigned supreme swept in all directions, spreading outwards to the surrounding space.
Under the impact of this force, all the swords emitted increasingly rapid sounds, and the trembling of the blades became more and more intense. Finally, starting with the first sword, swords shattered one after another into fragments scattered on the ground.
These ordinary soldiers and common iron are ultimately unable to bear the magnanimity of a king.
Finally, when everything returned to calm, only a sword remained on the vast ground.
One side of the sword is engraved with the Sun Moon, and stars, while the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers, and plants. One side of the hilt is inscribed with the techniques of farming and animal husbandry, while the other side is inscribed with strategies for unifying the world. The sword possesses a grand and orthodox spirit, yet it lacks the sharpness to harm people; this is the sword of a king.
Qi Ling stepped forward and pulled the Xuanyuan Sword from the ground. A strange sense of familiarity emanated from the sword, like a traveler who had been away for many years suddenly returning home.
At the very moment Qi Ling raised the sword, a powerful aura emanated from its blade, compelling all who beheld it to submit, as if Qi Ling were a king reigning over the land.
The Xuanyuan Sword Sword's aura was revealed for only a moment, after which its immense power was completely withdrawn, and the oppressive force was gone.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have passed the third trial of the King's Trial. You have gained the approval of the divine sword Xuanyuan Sword and have received the system reward: Xuanyuan Sword. Please use it wisely!]
[The next trial is about to begin. There are two trials remaining to complete all trials. Please prepare yourself!]
"Is this the Xuanyuan Sword? Why has its aura disappeared?" Jian Lan asked curiously.
"A true king doesn't need to constantly let others know his identity, because that's common knowledge," Qi Ling said with a smile. "Concealing one's abilities and biding one's time is undoubtedly something a qualified ruler must master."
"Really? That's quite an interesting sword," Jian Lan said with a smile. "Now that you've obtained the Xuanyuan Sword, does that mean the trial is over? You don't need to participate in the subsequent trials?"
"No, of course not yet. Obtaining the Xuanyuan Sword is only part of this trial. The true meaning of this trial is to confirm my aptitude through this Path of the King," Qi Ling laughed. "Although it sounds a bit childish, I'm actually here to obtain the Power of the King!"
"Hehe, Power of the King, but I think you're already very powerful, Qi Ling," Jian Lan laughed.
"Becoming a king is no easy feat; it's truly arduous at every step! Alright, let's hurry to the next trial," Qi Ling said.
When the two arrived at the fourth room, surprisingly, this time the system had an interpreter—a dark figure whose true face could not be clearly seen—who explained the contents of this trial to Qi Ling.
"This trial can be described as both the most difficult and the easiest," the shadowy figure said in an indescribable voice. "The trial participant only needs to make one choice to pass this trial."
"Oh? Really? All I have to do is make one choice?" Qi Ling raised an eyebrow. "I'm the best at making choices; after all, that's how I've gotten to where I am today."
"The trial has begun. Please answer carefully."
As the shadowy figure finished speaking, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. A railway track appeared on the ground, and a train was sounding its horn, ready to depart at any moment.
Ahead of the train, the tracks were divided into two sections: one was the main track where the train was about to travel, with five people tied to it; the other was a secondary track where the train needed to switch tracks, with one person tied to it.
Qi Ling frowned at the scene and said, "This is..."
"Whether these people live or die depends entirely on your choice, trial participant!" the shadowy figure said. "Will you simply watch the train move forward, crushing those five people, or will you change the train's direction and crush that one person?"
Qi Ling looked at the scene. He was very familiar with this issue, because topics involving philosophy, ethics, common sense, and justice are always topics that people enjoy discussing.
Jian Lan, standing to the side, was completely unfamiliar with these things, but she clearly understood what the system meant: Qi Ling now had to choose whether to watch these five people die or to kill one of them herself to save the five.
"So that's how it is, so that's the choice," Jian Lan couldn't help but sigh. "This choice is far more difficult than the previous trials!"