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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 464: Sky-Earth Furnace! Yuan King's Law Sword (4k)

Spirit Illumination Mountain, Imperial Spirit Palace.

On the ancient mottled rock wall, startling sword marks resembling fierce claw marks still exude a heart-throbbing aura, despite the passage of countless years.

The Sword Seal, with its enchanting chaos, has been sealed in dust for over a decade. Yet, standing before this rock wall, one could almost peer through the years to glimpse the awe and power of the person who left these sword marks.

"Nineteen years, revisiting this old place, it still has its sharp edge."

Before the cold rock wall, a middle-aged man approached slowly. He was wearing a Taoist robe, sharp eyes and eyebrows, and a faint blood stain on his forehead.

His aura was as deep as the vast ocean, causing the mountain wall to tremble with each step he took.

Each sword scar stirred ripples, and the long-sealed sharp edge materialized once again, shining brilliantly, it was indelible.