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

Early winter in the deep mountains, the chill was as sharp as a knife.


The bloody red stained the rivers and mountains, and the broken corpses added a touch of bleakness and eeriness to the solemn world.


A group of Demon-slaying Guards saluted, their faces showing awe.


Though they were not in the capital, they had heard of the reputation of the Ferocious King and the Overlord.


Though these two seemed young, they were actually true, strong Tao Realm practitioners. They had followed their master since childhood, advancing swiftly and fiercely, enduring countless tribulations, battling in all directions, annihilating countless enemies, and growing to their current stature.


"Left and right arms of Lord Primordial indeed," the crowd thought to themselves.


In the minds of the Demon-slaying Guards, that man was an invincible symbol, rising from obscurity to ascend to the Primordial King's Throne, thereby beginning a legend.


Chapter 814: Refining the Earth to Mend the Sky! Ferocious King Becomes a Soldier