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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 · Ost
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Chapter 362: Target! Primordial King Ceremony

The cold night breeze scattered the dust.

In the ruins, Zhou Dao held Old Wu's corpse, feeling for the first time the impermanence of life.

He had no grudge against Old Wu, only differing positions.

This battle severed connections and gratitude.

"Everyone in this world has attachments!" Zhou Dao murmured softly.

Old Wu's attachment was the great kindness of the Imperial Spirit Palace.

His life was given by the Imperial Spirit Palace. If not for them, he might have died in that great disaster long ago, just like his mother, devoured by others after death, instead of stepping on the path of cultivation and achieving such earth-shattering power.

With this attachment, Old Wu had no other choice.

Perhaps for him, death was the best outcome—repaying the Imperial Spirit Palace's favor and fulfilling his friendship with Zhou Dao.

"Fool!"

Zhou Dao clenched his fists, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth.