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

Back to Peace Town, everything was for the Chaos Demon God.


When Old Yuan spoke that name, Zhou Dao was completely stunned, his gaze becoming elusive and bewildered.


"The torrent of destiny comes surging, and we who are in it are nothing but dreamlike illusions, extinguishing in a blink…"


Old Yuan sighed leisurely, the scent of tea rampant, turning into fragrant incense that almost filled the entire Taoist Temple.


Husky suddenly became alert, showing his tusks, his eyes blazing with ferocity.


"Are you the Chaos Demon God?" Zhou Dao said, his eyes slightly focused, with a deep voice.


Old Yuan shook his head, stood up, and walked toward the depths of the Taoist Temple.


Zhou Dao pondered for a moment, then followed.


Chapter 875: One Thought Transforms into Chaos, Invincible Being Born