590: Chapter 590 Return, He Never Used His True Power

His consciousness kept sinking. Kept sinking. He did not know how much time had passed.

When he opened his eyes again, Qin Wangchuan had already returned to that initial, vast System space.

On the panel before him, four large characters floated: [Trial Ended]

[Next, the host's trial will be graded.]

[Evaluating...] [Evaluation complete.]

The next moment, lines of comments slowly appeared on the panel.

[Cultivation Growth: D-] [Opportunity and Fortune: E] [Influence: B] [Fame and Grace: B+]

[This trial's final evaluation Rank is: C+] [Final Achievement: Entering the Mortal Realm and Transcending the Mortal]

[Survival Time: Over one hundred and forty years.] [Ending: Finished with the Mortal world, died of old age without illness.]

(You were originally a Qin Family Divine Son of the Immortal Court, with heaven-defying talent, and coming here was merely to experience a Mortal trial. With your abilities, you could level mountains and seas with a flip of your hand, and set the world in order with a turn of your palm. Seizing Opportunity, taking Fortune, or plotting hegemony would all be as easy as turning over your hand. Yet you, specifically, did nothing. You set up a small shop, forging iron by day and practicing medicine in your spare time. You set bones and treated wounds for strangers, shielding the people of a town from the wind and rain. You married a woman who nagged you your whole life, accompanying her from black hair to white. You watched helplessly as those around you grew old and passed away one by one, yet you never once used your cultivation to keep even a single extra day of time for yourself or for her. In the end, you dissipated your heaven-reaching cultivation and, like a true Mortal, fell ill, grew old, and passed away. Your world-shocking talent was thus thrown entirely into the mundane trifles of firewood, rice, oil, salt, birth, old age, sickness, and death.)

[Additional Comment: The host possesses the talent to reach the pinnacle; the Opportunity to stir the winds and clouds and dominate a region was within easy reach. Alas, your ambition did not lie there.]

[But having died once, you might want to think again; dominating an era and reaching the pinnacle of a world, are these not also things done by Mortals?]

[Beginning to distribute rewards for this trial—]

The notification sounds on the panel rang one after another, incessantly. Yet Qin Wangchuan did not hear a single word.

He panted slightly, taking a long while to break free from the vortex of death.

This time was different from any crisis before. Those previous ones, in the end, were all battles on the level of power. Dangerous, but still under control. But this time, it had nothing to do with power or strength. It was a genuine death from old age, the oil running out and the lamp drying up. He had truly, really died once.

After catching his breath, the first thing Qin Wangchuan asked was about her. "I am out, but what about her, Qin Zhaoer?"

[Searching...] [Search complete. In this trial, there is no record of the person "Qin Zhaoer".]

Hearing this indifferent response by his ear, the heart that Qin Wangchuan had been holding actually settled inexplicably.

He hadn't heard this stupid thing's voice in a long time.

It was as stupid as ever.

Now he could rest assured.

As for Eighth Sister—if she had also reached the end in the trial, then by now, she should have already returned home.

After calming down, Qin Wangchuan finally lifted his eyes and looked at the panel.

The notifications he had left aside earlier now densely covered the entire screen. A glance revealed that most of them were rewards.

[Simulation Attempts +10] [Origin +2000] [Current Origin: 137.1x] [Remaining Simulation Attempts: 26] [Points +10 (Can be used to add points for the next trial)] [Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the achievement: [One Who Has Experienced Death]]

The moment this achievement appeared, an ethereal voice drifted leisurely from all directions of the space.

"Congratulations."

"You have welcomed a new life."

"Your world has finally pulled back the curtain."

As the voice fell, the space around Qin Wangchuan suddenly brightened.

The pitch-black wheel engraved with ten faces, representing the Ten Lifetimes Trial, appeared before his eyes once more.

Subsequently, the wheel began to spin rapidly. The graduations flashed by, too fast to make out the characters on them.

Qin Wangchuan did not move, only watching quietly. Having died of old age once, he had become more composed.

The wheel spun slower and slower. Slower and slower. Finally, the pointer stopped steadily on two characters—[Power]

[Ten Lifetimes Trial Part Two: Power]

[Fists are power, words are power, schemes are power, and Luck is also power.]

[You pride yourself on being powerful; one sword can open the firmament, one thought can overturn mountains and seas. But that is not your greatest power.]

[There is a kind of power that you have possessed since birth, yet you have exhausted a lifetime without ever facing it squarely, let alone using even a fraction of it. It is written in your name. Qin Family Divine Son. Qin Wangchuan.]

[Standing behind you is the Qin Family, whose pinnacle countless people cannot see even after exhausting their lives; within your body flows a noble Bloodline that looks down upon all living beings; under your name stand thousands of clansmen willing to go through fire and water for you.]

[The power of one person, even if it reaches the heavens and covers the earth, ultimately has its limits; but once the momentum of this clan pours down, it can overturn clouds and rain, move mountains and fill seas; even a world must change its heaven and earth for it.]

[Yet you have never used it. In this trial, you will shed all your Divine Ability and Dao, and throw yourself into a chaotic Warring States period where heroes rise together. Above ten thousand people, dwelling in the high temple, you will act as a state preceptor who holds the chess pieces, below only one person.]

[Go and see the incompetent king, see the sycophants forming cliques for personal gain, see the imperial court filled with those who occupy positions but do not perform their duties, and see the starving corpses filling the fields and the suffering of the people outside the city. And what you must do is take up this rotten game of chess.]

[Go and control, go and dominate, go and command, go and conquer. Let this entire board of incompetence be used by you; let this chessboard of the world return entirely to your hands.]

[Mission Objective: Without using your own cultivation, in the role of a state preceptor, hold the reins of a nation, destroy the seven kingdoms, achieve unification, and establish a foundation for ten thousand generations.]

[Initial Points: 13] [Mission Reward: None] [Warning: Once the trial begins, active withdrawal will be judged as failure, and subsequent trials will be permanently closed.] [The host may choose to begin immediately or take a break.]

The panel hung quietly, waiting for his decision.

Qin Wangchuan stared at the panel and decisively chose to refuse.

Having stayed in there for over a hundred years, he did not know how much time had passed outside, so he had to go out and check. Moreover, there was something on his mind.

"Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword, wheel of fate…"

"It is time for you to see the light of day again."

Before the words had even faded, he had already turned around.

Without a shred of attachment, without a hint of hesitation. As that figure merged into the light, the vast System space suddenly fell into a dead silence.