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

Zhou Dao had long speculated that His Majesty couldn't possibly be deceived about the true identity of the Dark Demon Lord.


However, Zhou Dao hadn't expected that the secret of inheriting the position of the Dark Demon Lord had already been fully understood by the other party.


The power of heaven is indeed unpredictable, "as if knowing everything under heaven."


"Your Majesty, about this matter..." Zhou Dao's thoughts raced, just as he was about to explain.


"Since he was able to entrust you with the position of the Dark Demon Lord, he must have also told you something…"


The voice of the Qin Emperor fell in Zhou Dao's ears, like the harsh frost of deep winter, chilling to the bone.


The implication was clear, weren't you just saying there was no last testament left for you? Was it a dream that appointed you to enter the Demon Suppression Bureau, to inherit the position of the Dark Demon Lord!?


"A dream? Should I say it was a dream?"


Chapter 883: The Unheard Conversation! Zhou Xuan's Dark Past_2