Xia Junji 

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled.
His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it.
A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!”
On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster.
He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining.
He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet.
He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun.
…
For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them.
Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.” 

I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.


A few cold crows landed on the mountain branches, their eerie eyes gazing at the desolate Chaotic Burial Hill, searching for exposed corpses.


Not far away, an abandoned Charity Manor appeared mysteriously amidst the scattered fog.


"Seal off this area." Li Shantao commanded.


Although he and Wang Xuanzhi held the same rank of Commander, Li's Black Feather Second Rank credentials could not be disputed.


At this moment, everyone was following his orders, and even Wang Xuanzhi had no objections.


For a moment, everyone's expressions became tense, with waist-equipped fine blades and gleaming armor, sealing off the Charity Manor.


Only Yuan Shaoqing sneered in his heart, knowing what was hidden within.


Anyone who appeared here today was unlikely to leave alive.


With this thought in mind, Yuan Shaoqing's gaze inevitably fell on Wang Xuanzhi.


This time, he must take the bastard's head and make it into a [Skull Pot].


Chapter 185: Ma Yinglong's Calamity