'Mission accomplished'
'Cemetery Entry: Incense Ash Mana (can use the incense ash accumulated in the shrine as mana consumption)'
Sun Yan sat by the dining table, playing a livestream recording on his phone.
The footage in the recording was pitch black, but some scattered, noisy sounds could be heard.
These sounds were piercing, dull, and eerie, making one feel irritable and harbor a sudden urge to destroy everything.
Violence, anger, chaos...
After listening for just a few seconds, Sun Yan immediately lit a cigarette to calm his nerves.
"You said you saw the stained glass dome of the chapel suddenly turn into numerous tentacles, and within the tentacles, there were many constricted pupils?"
Sun Yan looked up at Sosia, who was lying on the sofa slurping noodles, and asked.
Although the monastery disappeared, Sosia stayed there for 24 hours, completing the task and earning Sun Yan a reward.
The video Sun Yan was playing in his hand at the moment was a recording from Sosia's livestream yesterday.
Since she had placed her phone in her pocket, the lens didn't capture any of the scenes on-site.
But the sounds coming from the video alone were enough to send chills down one's spine.
"Yes, not only did that monastery harbor an evil spirit, but it also hid an unknown evil god. Those nuns must have been killed by it back then."
Sosia nodded affirmatively, "Although I don't know what happened after I fainted, if it weren't for General Zeng's help,
Dahuang and I would have probably disappeared just like that monastery. I'm really sorry for losing the General Zeng puppet."
"It's okay. Since General Zeng manifested as a puppet to help you and Dahuang survive, it means they were willing, so you needn't blame yourself."
"Listening to this sound, it seems like some evil god's method capable of affecting human minds. America truly is a breeding ground, hiding so many unknown demons."
Sun Yan couldn't help but sigh.
The hands of that Indian evil elf encountered in Jamie's apartment last time were already memorable enough.
Now another mysterious evil god with tentacles and eyes has emerged.
Coupled with the Freemasonry secretly summoning demons from hell to create cults.
The Southern Ocean Black Magic Masters spreading their belief in evil gods to North America.
This nation, claiming to be the beacon of human civilization, is simply a pandemonium, with evil gods vying for supremacy.
Sun Yan understood that although America is currently the only superpower in the world, a super among giants,
the short time since its founding and the lack of stable belief make this wild land a breeding ground for all sorts of deities and demons.
Various divine forces are desperately cultivating believers here, expanding influence, even the church can't suppress them.
Just like centuries ago, those repugnant evil warlocks and wizards in Europe who were oppressed in the Middle Ages,
eventually likely sneaked across to North America, making the most of this chaotic land.
"By then, if Americans all believe in me and are converted by me, then I would be the immortal merit of standing guard on the North American land and expanding territories. If the Celestial Court truly exists, this merit would surely be at least at the level of a personal religion."
Sun Yan's eyes brightened, and he excitedly clapped his hands.
He already had the Earth Shrine and coupled with the newly acquired Cemetery Entry: 'Incense Ash Mana',
these two could be combined, enabling Sun Yan to attract followers across America.
As long as the Earth Shrines spread throughout America, with everyone believing in Jackson the Great Immortal,
Sun Yan could secretly control and observe the entire country through the Earth Shrines.
If that happens, there would be only one god in America.
Not God, but Jackson Sun Yan Earth Great Emperor of North America.
"This is feasible, needs careful planning."
"Mr. Curry in Yellow Rock Town and Chen Family Village have both received my help before. With my influence, I can send them an Earth Shrine first and see the effect."
Sun Yan immediately got up and went to the underground workshop. The task at hand was to make several Earth Shrines to find opportunities to deploy them.
Placing Earth Shrines throughout America isn't difficult.
The hard part is needing sincere people to offer incense to, maintain, and protect it, which is the significance of believers.
Otherwise, if Sun Yan places an Earth Shrine, and it gets vandalized or destroyed in a few days, it's useless.
The most important thing now is to cultivate more people who believe in his exorcism ability.
Only then will they sincerely enshrine the Earth Shrine in their homes, offering incense daily and praying for blessings.
...
San Francisco, Chinatown.
It was a dark and windy night.
On the pitch-black street, paper money fluttered about.
The dim streetlights couldn't illuminate every corner of the street. Ordinary people passing by couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"What a bother, it's the Rebirth Festival again, why do we have to do this every year? It doesn't mean anything. If we don't hold a festival for those things, can ghosts really come out to harm people? Where's the ghost, come out and let me see you."
"Stop talking nonsense, show some respect, and hurry home quietly."
Two young people were walking by the street, one man holding a bottle, eyes glazed, drunk and shouting.
The woman next to him quickly covered his mouth, stopping his wild talk.
Both of them grew up in the Chinatown area; their family elders often reminded them not to say anything disrespectful on the night of the Rebirth Festival.
Otherwise, unclean things would come to them, which could result in serious illness or worse.
The two hurriedly turned the corner and saw a burning basin of paper money under a streetlamp at the intersection ahead.
Beside the iron basin was a porcelain bowl filled with rice and three sticks of incense, looking bizarre.
"Doing this stuff again! How annoying, who is this bowl of rice for?"
The drunken man suddenly felt inexplicably angry, and in a fit, rushed forward and kicked the bowl.
The rice immediately scattered all over the ground, with the three sticks of incense nowhere to be seen.
"What are you doing, excuse him, excuse him, he's drunk, I apologize to you."
The woman's face changed drastically, immediately bowing to all sides to apologize.
She then pulled the man, who still wanted to kick the iron basin, into an old community nearby.
Shortly after they left, a tattered figure crawled out of the darkness.
It reached out with a pale, skeletal hand, grabbing the white rice and devouring it ravenously.
After finishing the rice, a gust of eerie wind swept through the street, sending paper money flying.
The figure had already disappeared from the spot without a trace.