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

On the elongated mountain path, the horse carriage convoy of the Demon Control Department moved slowly.


This path, known as the "King of Mountains' Intestines", winds through eighteen turns over eight hundred miles, looking as if it were the intestines of the Mountain God laid out to dry. 


Legend has it that on rainy days, one can faintly hear a dull sound coming from the mountains...


It sounded like footsteps, or perhaps someone humming.


The local folk say this is the Mountain God traveling, looking for his scattered intestines.


"Is this the only route to Lin'an Prefecture?"


A naive voice sounded from the leading carriage.


Qi Hao leaned out, curiously observing the surroundings - this was his first time heading to Lin'an Prefecture.


"Not the only route, but certainly the shortest. Any other road would take a detour of two thousand miles."


Long Ao looked at the lucky youth before him, and a meaningful smile surfaced on his rough face.


Chapter 324: Moving Mountains and Unloading Ridges