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

"Damn it, thunder roaring late at night, does it mean I have no work tomorrow?"


An annoyed voice echoed from the corner of the Crude Grass Alley.


Inside Peace Temple, amid the scattered dust, [Giant Spirit Thunder Pond] had returned to calm once again, its thunder water restrained, looking rather ordinary.


Zhou Dao walked out from the dust, helplessly shaking his head.


Using the flesh body as a furnace, transforming blood into thunder, this task was indeed not easy to accomplish.


If succeeded, his life form would undergo a transformation, with thunderstorms around his body and storing them in hundreds of apertures, he would sweep across the Refining Realm undefeated, and could even counter strongmen of the [True Realm].


Unfortunately, though his ideas were ambitious, they appeared to be overly wild. Inverting the properties and forms of his blood energy and refine it to the extreme was already within the realm of [True Realm].


Chapter 394: Born in a Noble Family, Fearless of Sky and Firm in the Face of Ghosts and Gods