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

Even the modest Wild Fox Tavern in the southeast corner paid homage to the Primordial Sovereign with a tablet, offering three branches of pure incense both morning and evening, daring not to slack in the least.


"Uncle Ping, I heard that the Celestial Lord emerged from Our Monster Control Department... Is that true?" Chu Tong asked curiously.


For a youngster born after the battle that shattered heaven, the Primordial Sovereign was a deity high above, existing in legends of salvation and distress, though he had passed from the Taoist path, still seemed immortal.


"Yes... I saw him once when I was young in the capital," Chen Ping suddenly said.


"Really?" Chu Tong's eyes lit up, and he sprang up so suddenly that he nearly flipped the table.


"What's with that? Be more composed," Chen Ping said, dissatisfied.


"Uncle Ping, did you really see the Celestial Lord?"


Chu Tong's eyes flashed like a bolt of lightning in the night, terrifyingly bright.


Chapter 893: Twenty Years Later! Today's World - Part 2