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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 576: The Final Day of Lord Punisher! Domineering Aura Over the Imperial Spirit Palace_2

Some, in secret, committed deeds so heinous and against the natural order, such as one Foundation Building Realm disciple who, while out on a mission, slaughtered seventeen youths to use as Tripod Furnaces to cultivate his abilities, and also secretly killed a Demon Department Expert who was on his trail, completely destroying the evidence.

Without soul searching, these incidents would never have come to light.

"How should these people be dealt with, Sir Prison Master?" the white-robed elder asked respectfully.

"Not a single one is to be spared."

The voice of the Master of Dark Prison was calm as still water, not a single ripple disturbing its surface.

Yet upon hearing his words, the crowd below shuddered in their hearts.

Two hundred and eighty-five disciples, and not all of them deserved death. Some had merely strayed from the path and made a foolish mistake once or twice.

The Council of Elders exchanged glances, yet none voiced any objections.

"We will abide by the decree."