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

That was one of the most perfect living creatures since the Lost Era, the most ordinary life, yet it bore the greatest power.


Compared to the Predators and the Twelve Demon Gods, these heretics, an Integrator seemed more like the chosen of fate, born from the ordinary and stepping onto the path of ultimate evolution.


Once one became an Integrator, there were no limits ahead, theoretically, an Integrator could continue to evolve, even reaching the undying, indestructible state like the Abyss Ancestor.


Throughout the ages, Integrators have always been extremely rare, each era might not even produce one.


Who would have thought that the son of the capital's richest family… that very person born into wealth and nobility, played with people's lives—a Prodigal was actually an Integrator.


Hidden in plain sight, concealed within the capital, unknown to the world.


Chapter 872: The Tao of the Primordial Spirit! The Five Turbid Evil World