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I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

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.”

Xia Junji · Eastern
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Chapter 384: Capital Shaken! Porter Grandpa Qin (Combined Part 2)

The bloody slaughter, the earth-shattering battle, like a demon in his heart, locked him into his inner self, completely obliterating his former ambitions and pride, leaving only fear behind.

He was wrong, he was truly wrong.

From the beginning, he should not have listened to Chen Xiuyuan, and become involved in this conflict.

There's always someone better, regardless of whether one is the Prince of the Marquis of Shenwu or not.

Or even as a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Palace, so what?

In front of that man, they all turn to flighty ashes, never to exist again.

Wu Antong walked aimlessly, under the moonlit night with sparse stars, upon the vastness of the world; he suddenly felt redundant, powerless as though garbage.

He didn't know how much time had passed, in the evening, a broad-bodied man approached, whipping up a strong wind, appearing before him.