Running A Cemetery in North America

Ever since inheriting the graveyard, Sun Yan has experienced at least fifty major battles, if not a hundred.

He has seen all sorts of bizarre and strange creatures and evil gods. While this Saintess Cizhou may appear eerie, if you strip away the glorified veneer given by the Chai Family Village, she is merely a slightly larger creature, which would not easily intimidate Sun Yan.

With the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and the Mountain-Cracking Axe as his magical treasures, Sun Yan decisively charged forward in the face of the rampaging Saintess Cizhou, sweeping his weapon while simultaneously summoning the Mountain-Cracking Axe, driven by the Incense Ash Magical Power.

The Mountain-Cracking Axe transformed again to the size of a door and slashed directly at Saintess Cizhou.

The six tentacles behind Saintess Cizhou whipped towards Sun Yan like whips, and Sun Yan swung the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade with great force. The sharp blade easily sliced through the tentacles of Saintess Cizhou, breaking the surface.

A large amount of green blood flowed to the ground, clearly not a match for Sun Yan's weapon.

Within a few breaths, a tentacle was inadvertently severed by Sun Yan's strike, dropping to the ground.

Taking advantage of Saintess Cizhou's retreat, Sun Yan leaped forward, raising the Mountain-Cracking Axe high to strike.

At this moment, Sun Yan pushed the Incense Ash Magical Power to its utmost, causing the Mountain-Cracking Axe to enlarge once more, its blade embedding into Saintess Cizhou's face, splitting her entire head in half.

With a mournful wail tinged with a hint of sorrow, Saintess Cizhou collapsed on the cliff, all her tentacles lifelessly dropping to the ground, utterly motionless.

"The consumption rate of the Incense Ash Magical Power by the Mountain-Cracking Axe is enormous. Just a few strikes, and it consumed nearly half of my accumulated Incense Ash Magical Power," Sun Yan thought to himself.

However, despite the high consumption, the power in return is similarly significant. Without the assistance of the Mountain-Cracking Axe, defeating Saintess Cizhou would not have been as straightforward as it is now.

Standing not far away, Shi Langfei and Lin Wan, holding a steel spear and spatula, were dumbstruck, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

It's over? They hadn't even done anything.

"Is the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao really this strong?" Shi Langfei asked in disbelief.

"I'm envious. His combat power seems entirely out of our league," Lin Wan couldn't help but say.

It seems that even without their involvement, Sun Yan could probably accomplish this task on his own.

Upon witnessing the death of Saintess Cizhou, seeing the constant flow of blood from her body, every villager of Chai Family Village present showed unconcealable fear.

At this moment, they realized that even a deity could die.

"No! No! Saintess Cizhou is dead, and your sins are heavy! You'll descend to the Eighteenth Level of Hell!"

"The Saintess won't die; she will only reappear in another form. Mortals can't kill Saintess Cizhou; after all, she is an Immortal!"

Some showed signs of breakdown, while others behaved more frantically, getting up to rush at Sun Yan to take him down with them.

Watching these villagers, whose minds had completely fallen into madness, Sun Yan helplessly shook his head and knocked them unconscious one by one.

As for the remaining villagers lying on the ground, trembling with fear and unease, Sun Yan did not pay them much mind.

Since Saintess Cizhou is dead, these ignorant mortals are no longer a concern.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Just then, several figures quickly approached from a distance, their forms ethereal like immortals, skimming just above the ground, their robes billowing.

In a short time, several old Taoists, pale as zombies, appeared before Sun Yan.

Seeing the head of Saintess Cizhou already cleaved in half by the Mountain-Cracking Axe, they were instantly terrified.

"How... how is it possible, how can anyone kill Saintess Cizhou, this can't be..."

"Saintess Cizhou is dead, what should we do now? If Master Xu returns, we won't be able to account for this."

These old Taoists spoke strangely, their tone having a feel not of this era. Sun Yan turned his head towards them, raising the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade to question, "Who are you?"

"Those words should be asked of you. Why have you come to this island? Our Chai Family Village holds no grievance nor hatred towards you; why act so wantonly on the island?"

An old Taoist stepped forward, gritting his teeth in hatred as he asked.

To Chai Family Village, Saintess Cizhou was extremely important, having been worshiped and fed for thousands of years, she had become the village's totem and spiritual belief.

Now that Saintess Cizhou has been killed by some unknown group, these ancestors of Chai Family Village were beyond furious.

Were it not for the fact that these three had the power to kill Saintess Cizhou, and likely not easily dealt with, they would have already gone forward to apprehend them.

"No grievance nor hatred? Your Chai Family Village has long captured innocent people from the surroundings, bringing them to the island as sacrificial priests, essentially feeding them to this monster. We ourselves nearly got caught by these villagers as food. For such an atrocity, isn't it rightful to kill this monster?"

Shi Langfei stepped forward, speaking righteously towards those Taoists.

The old Taoists exchanged glances and nodded in tacit agreement: "In that case, let's fight."

As soon as the words fell, they leaped forward, attacking Sun Yan and his companions barehanded.

"Ancestors!" The villagers of Chai Family Village, who were kneeling on the ground, cried out in shock upon seeing these Taoists.

In the ancestral shrine of Chai Family Village, there were five spiritual tablets placed in the highest position, representing the earliest ancestors of the village.

These five ancestors had chosen to settle the Chai family along the East Sea White Sand Beach, and from generation to generation, it grew into what is now Chai Family Village.

Legend has it that these five ancestors ascended to the Immortal Island, followed Saintess Cizhou in cultivation, and long ago became Immortals, ascending to the Immortal Realm.

Until now, no villager of Chai Family Village had ever seen these ancestors on the island, and surprisingly, today, with the death of Saintess Cizhou, they all appeared.

And at this moment, villagers realized that these ancestors looked exactly like the portraits.

Could they have truly become immortals?

"Oh?" Seeing one of the old Taoists voluntarily approach him, Sun Yan's expression showed a hint of surprise, a thoughtful look on his face.

He noticed a sliver of mana present in this person.

However, unlike his own Incense Ash Magical Power, which stemmed from believers offering incense, the old Taoist's mana was generated from within himself.

This likely meant it was cultivated.

"Can mortals still cultivate in this age?" Sun Yan thought, swinging his spear to test the old Taoist's abilities.

"An Essence Refiner, how rare," a voice suddenly echoed from the depths of Sun Yan's mind-sea, belonging to the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao.

"Master, what is an Essence Refiner?" Sun Yan asked.

"In the era you now reside in, there is no spiritual qi left for cultivation, so even if you obtained a cultivation method, it would be useless. But in ancient times, the world was filled with abundant spiritual qi, and those who cultivated then were known as Essence Refiners. During the Yin Shang period, I aided Ji Fa in achieving dominance through my identity as an Essence Refiner."

"Is that so? But isn't there no spiritual qi for cultivation now? How could these people still cultivate mana?" Sun Yan asked in confusion.

Meanwhile, the old Taoist had already grasped the blade of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade with both hands, attempting to forcefully seize the weapon from Sun Yan.

Sun Yan unleashed a shockwave with one hand, his power erupting and instantly breaking the man's grip, continuing to thrust the blade towards his heart.

The old Taoist's face was grave, as a white light lit up in his palm. When the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade collided with it, a sound of clashing metal rang out, as if from serrated blades engaged in battle.

This method was something Sun Yan had never seen before. If it had been a normal person, their entire hand would have been cleaved into two pieces by Sun Yan by now.

"Because they are not of your era; they have probably lived for several millennia." The True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao explained calmly.