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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 · ตะวันออก
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Chapter 437: Dragon Bone Yuan Qi! Ye Kong's Arrival

Mount Cang's Sunset, the end of the sky.

That unique figure, sitting above the mortal world, calmly looking at the bustling world, vast heaven and earth, unrivaled in the world.

That was the predecessor of the Sunset Sect.

Boom...

Zhou Dao clenched his fists, feeling his blood boiling, and a strange sense of familiarity gradually emerged.

If it is said that the figure of the Taoist in the mural is the center of the world.

Then the mysterious existence opposite him divided the picture into two parts, splitting yin and yang, and clearing the muddy.

In the chaotic world, only these two people, sitting and discussing the Tao, are all silent.

"That mysterious corpse..."

Zhou Dao whispered, under Mount Cang's Sunset, the figure entangled by the mysterious black qi was the corpse that had passed through the years.