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

Crossing the border, deep in the endless wilderness.


Outside the Great Qin Territory, lies the Endless Wasteland Court.


The Ancient Demon Sect, like a colossal beast traversing through the void, seems to never lose its way even in the vast long years.


Before it, only that supreme immortal being exists, spreading across time, constantly beckoning.


A secluded valley, where thousands of trees compete in splendor and myriad flowers bloom in unison, only to wither in an instant.


Amidst the colorful fallen petals, a woman in a red robe walked slowly.


Every spot she passed, all vitality withered away, turning into specks of dust, absorbed by her flowing hair.


"Sorrowful Lord, it seems your 'Art of Life and Death' is nearly perfected?" a light laughter echoed throughout the deep valley.


At that moment, the Sorrowful Lord stopped in her tracks, and with her enchanting eyes slightly lifting, she looked towards the sound.


Chapter 793: Both Sides Shaken! It's Actually You!