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

Long winds billowed, brushing against the robes. The little black cat looked up, the familiar face was like a ray of light in total darkness, pulling it back from the edge of the dark abyss.


"Hard enough to die for, is that right?"


Zhou Dao affectionately rubbed the head of the little black cat, and as he raised his hand, the true qi surged and wrapped around it, sending it to an open space nearby. Then, he turned around and looked at the great enemy standing in the distance.


In the depths of the green mountains, Ling Shaoyuan's gaze converged, as if seeing an old friend, and the focusing figure was reflected in his eyes.


Zhou Dao gently spoke, savoring the name. In that instant, his heart surged with a strange feeling, as if a sense of fate had risen in the dark.


Ling Shaoyuan's expression remained indifferent, yet his powerful divine sense had already locked onto Zhou Dao.


Chapter 513: No More True Furnace Mountain in the World! Roaring Huo Tiandu