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

Banners fluttered, casting forth a crimson divine light.


The Sunset Flying Boat, like a massive creature, broke through layers of the void, stirring the yin and yang energies into a roaring backlash, and abruptly appeared in this land of chaos.


At that moment, the Celestial Disk vibrated violently as if sensing intense danger.


The appearance of the Sunset Flying Boat gave rise to an abrupt awakening in this treasure used to traverse the void.


The experts of the Taiyi Sect all changed color, staring at the large ship that was charging toward them, their expressions immediately turning solemn.


For they had seen an all too familiar figure on that ship.


It was not Zhou Dao, but Ming Cangxuan.


"Ming Cangxuan, you want a share of the spoils as well?" an expert from the Taiyi Sect asked sharply.


Chapter 865: The Descent of the Primordial King's Cataclysm! The Thunder Emperor's Personal Visit