Chapter 49: I have successfully fulfilled the Immortal's mission!

Heart Source Sword Sea. This was the signature ultimate technique of Jian Gui'er.

Gathering and materializing his primordial spirit sword intent, he transformed it into a monstrous, roaring sea of swords. There was no place to hide; one could only watch helplessly as the sword sea swept across in a terrifying manner, frantically carving away at the soul until it stiffened and perished.

Jian Gui'er had once used this very technique to instantly slaughter nearly a thousand masters. Every single one of them had grown rigid in body, their faces contorted in agony, yet not a single wound could be found on them, nor the slightest trace of struggle, their primordial spirits utterly dissipated.

At this very moment, the materialized sword intent in the sky continued to emerge densely in an endless stream.

Everyone, including those in front of the camera, could see this towering sea of swords suspended beneath the twilight.

The sense of sharpness pierced straight into the depths of the soul. Even through the screen, one could feel that terrifying edge!

People were rendered speechless. They utterly failed to comprehend the scene unfolding before their eyes. Yet, beneath that towering sea of swords, even the colossal head of the worm appeared so minuscule!

"Slash!"

Jian Gui'er fiercely swung the longsword in his hand downward!

Boom—!

Though it was a silent martial art of the primordial spirit, at this moment, everyone seemed to hear a heaven-shaking roar!

It was the deafening sound of an enraged ocean sweeping across the sky!

In just an instant, the grayish-white worm, which was still writhing and lunging forward, was completely swallowed by the sea of swords.

People could not even make out the condition of the worm; they could only see countless sharp swords rushing forward frantically, continuous and unceasing, plunging entirely into it!

It was not until all the sharp swords vanished that people finally managed to catch sight of the giant worm beneath the twilight through the settling dust.

The head that had burst forth from the subterranean depths slowly collapsed, kicking up a massive plume of dust before remaining completely motionless.

There were no cheers.

People scarcely dared to trust the outcome.

It was only when the live-broadcast helicopter nervously flew down, hovering near the gigantic worm with its camera fixed on the terrifying creature, and as more and more people emerged from the surrounding ruins to cautiously observe their surroundings and confirm that the earth had ceased to tremor,

that the internet suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Holy shit, that's epic!"

"Too powerful!"

"What was that? What was that sea of swords!"

"What kind of superpowers are those? That's a sword cultivator, definitely a sword cultivator!"

"God, I've seen a true deity!"

"Stop filming the worm, look at the god!"

"..."

Countless people around the world watching this scene could hardly contain their excitement, and frantic cries echoed from countless locations.

The scene they had just witnessed was simply too staggering!

The boundless sea of swords was sharp enough to pierce the soul even through a screen, causing a stinging pain in the eyes.

This was something no special effects or sheer imagination could ever display.

Reality—only reality!

True supernatural power, a genuine myth, had manifested in this world, right before everyone's eyes, and had even saved a city destined for destruction!

How could this not make people ecstatic!

The reporter in the helicopter evidently understood what the news hook was at this moment. He easily located the target individual and shifted the camera's focus.

The next moment, people all over the world caught sight of the four figures standing atop that high-rise building!

Their gazes were effortlessly drawn to the tallest figure among them.

White hair and beard, holding a longsword, bearing an aged face yet possessing a tall, robust physique that entirely belied those features.

There was no need for doubt.

With just a single glance, one could determine who had saved this city!

A lingering, vivid sword intent still clung to Jian Gui'er's body, and the billowing fabric of his clothes only now slowly settled.

To put it mildly, Jian Gui'er's appearance perfectly matched the entire world's imagination of a "supreme expert."

At a single glance, he radiated the aura of a grandmaster! A sword-dao master honed through a lifetime of tempering!

"Apprentice! I must become his apprentice!"

Such cries instantly broke through the global network, surging densely across the entire internet.

Let alone ordinary people,

even the upper echelons of various factions were currently shouting fanatically.

"Invite him to impart his teachings! We must invite him to impart his teachings!"

That power just now would undoubtedly provide the ultimate sense of security amidst this apocalyptic disaster!

Even without an apocalypse, the power itself was enough to evoke boundless desire.

The two words "Martial Dao" were deeply engraved into the inner recesses of everyone in the know at this very moment.

However, just as the high command of the Northern Alliance was issuing frantic orders, preparing at all costs to detain this figure in the Northern Alliance for a few more days, an entirely unexpected scene unfolded before the camera.

The mighty expert who had just saved the city with the bearing of a deity put away his sharp sword, turned around, walked up to another young Eastern man, and dropped straight to one knee!

He lowered his head with utmost reverence.

"I have not failed the Immortal's mission."

At that instant, a momentary hush seemed to fall over the entire world.

They could neither hear nor understand Jian Gui'er's words, but the meaning of such an action was universally understood.

In a split second, all eyes converged upon Shen Yu.

Those high-ranking officials and politicians who had been shouting so frantically now looked as though they had been seized by the throat.

Their eyes widened as they stared fixedly at the camera.

One was an old man half-kneeling, tall in stature, with a respectful expression.

The other was an ordinary young man, calm of expression, standing with his hands behind his back.

This seemingly utterly discordant scene nevertheless produced an even greater visual impact precisely because of that discordance.

Even Shen Yu himself was somewhat taken aback.

Yet, observing Jian Gui'er's slightly nervous expression, he suddenly understood.

The job was done, but the promised reward had yet to be collected. This was the most nerve-wracking moment; naturally, one had to treat the boss well.

Shen Yu smiled faintly.

Why did he directly promise ten years of lifespan? Even if it cost him over thirty thousand units of the gray fog?

Years of entrepreneurial experience had taught Shen Yu very clearly:

To recruit and motivate someone, you must do it thoroughly!

Inadequate incentives are worse than none at all.

What's more, behind Jian Gui'er stood an entire world of "talent."

If you pay a thousand pieces of gold for a dead horse's bones, how could you be stingy?

Therefore, Shen Yu spoke directly at that moment: "Though there were still casualties, the result can be considered satisfactory. Ten years of lifespan is granted to you."

He stretched out his hand, resting it casually upon Jian Gui'er's lowered head.

Ever since the worm was neutralized, the gray fog had been surging forth frantically; the reserve was certainly sufficient.

In an instant, abundant vitality poured forth into Jian Gui'er's body.

Reversing youth, increasing his lifespan by ten years!

Jian Gui'er's body trembled slightly with excitement.

Ten years, for him, could not actually bring about any dramatic changes; it wouldn't even alter his wrinkles. However, as a powerful martial arts master, Jian Gui'er possessed a clear understanding of his own lifespan, allowing him to experience the magic of this moment all the more profoundly.

Life had been reversed!

A full ten years!

With these ten years to practice the Withered-Prosperous Nirvana Scripture, his lifespan could increase by at least another two to three years.

More importantly, nothing could better verify what true immortal fate meant!

Jian Gui'er shifted from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both!

This kowtow was not merely paid to the immortal; it was paid to the Great Dao itself.