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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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1453 Chs

Chapter 781: Lin Jie Transforms, the Primordial King Swears an Oath

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Two thousand years, time as sharp as a sword, annihilated the Heavenly Proud Children of the human world.

The ancient melody reversed the cycles of reincarnation and returned once more to this heaven and earth.

At this moment, Zhou Dao's complexion changed drastically, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.

Where his gaze landed, the towering mound of black soil gradually broke apart, a silhouette both familiar and strange stepped forth.

Wang Tong, his appearance unchanged, his demeanor tranquil and mild, no longer carrying the once exclusive demeanor of heaven and earth, nor the brilliant essence of being born with Taoist bones, fusing a myriad of laws.

He stood there, as if merging with the Green Mountain behind him, his profound eyes revealing a vicissitude and antiquity entirely at odds with his age.

Wang Tong's gaze swept over Enlightenment Mountain, skimming over every person's face.