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

In a deep valley, cold crows were startled and landed on branches, their blood-red eyes scanning the endless Chaotic Burial Hill for their meat.


Lonely graves were scattered haphazardly with many broken tombstones revealing the buried skeletons beneath.


This place is called White Bone Mound, a desolate graveyard where the nearby villagers would discard corpses of those who died alone without a proper burial place.


Additionally, many wandering merchants and vagrants who had died on the road without someone to bury them were also abandoned here. Over time, this place became a desolate graveyard.


As the saying goes, ten miles of White Bone Mound, lonely souls call for the impermanence.


At this moment, from a deep corner of the deserted graveyard, a timid and frail voice echoed, attracting the attention of the crows perched on the withered branches nearby.


Chapter 518: Wild Tomb of Liu Gate! The Taoist Nun in Green Silk