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

This name, like a sharp sword, rushed into Zhou Dao's eyes and pierced directly into his heart.


He had thought of many possibilities, but he had never imagined that he would see this name.


"The Dark Demon Lord... is my dad!?" Zhou Dao looked at the Great Spirit Respect of the Worship Day with some disbelief.


"No one knows the true identity of the Dark Lord," the Great Spirit Respect of the Worship Day said gravely.


"In the Demon Suppression Bureau, darkness is the unknown, not even the other Five Devil Lords could possibly know his origins."


By the time he was born, Zhou Xuan had already died, and it had been twenty years since then.


How could the mighty Dark Demon Lord be someone who had already passed away?


"Indeed, the Dark Temple had not been open for twenty years..." the Great Spirit Respect of the Worship Day said in a deep voice.


Chapter 760: The Ninth Day of the Ninth Month! The Greatest Eunuch