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 Spirit Sword Mountain, golden light splashed everywhere, resembling a kingdom of gold.


Ten thousand sword marks resonated in unison as if congratulating that newly born sword mark.


A mysterious aura enveloped the entirety of Spirit Sword Mountain, endless runes emerged as if a Long River, winding around the newly born sword mark, finally imprinting at the center of the ten thousand sword marks.


"One sword to suppress all laws!?" The Grand Elder of the Hidden Court, his beard and hair all aflutter, his aged eyes twinkling with shocking colors.


He stared at Spirit Sword Mountain in disbelief, his face full of wrinkles overtaken by a look of astonishment.


"So powerful, it seems Master was right, I am too weak," Jiang Longyuan stared fixatedly at the Spiritual sword, his expression one of shock.


He was entirely convinced by what his Master had said at their parting.


The outside world was too vast, with countless others like him.


Chapter 550: The Primordial King of This Generation! Wang Tong's Odds of Winning