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

Suddenly, a piercingly cold voice erupted from behind.


At nearly the same moment, intense white light burst forth from inside him, indiscriminately sweeping across all directions.


Just then, a wide, thick hand tore through the fierce white light, letting the destructive power bombard it as it entered unhindered, seizing Bai Lingting by the neck with a single grab.


Primordial Power roared and bellowed like a ferocious beast traversing the starry sky, obliterating the surging tide of white light.


Bai Lingting's eyes widened, hardly believing what was happening.


In his moment of distraction, Zhou Dao's left hand arrived as expected, slashing left and right, striking with two heavy slaps that sent thousands of sparks flying, which fell to the ground, igniting a deep valley.


Chapter 807: The Tyrannical Dawn Sword Lord! Integrator's Greatest Foe_2