Demon King Corpse!
Ever since Zhou Dao had excavated the ancestral grave in Peace Town and obtained the ability to offer sacrifices to the Ancestral Master, he had never made an offering of such a high-level demon beast.
The Demon King Realm was already at the pinnacle of the demon beasts' cultivation, comparable to the strong practitioners of human Taoism.
"I wonder what kind of surprise the Ancestral Master will bring me."
Zhou Dao's eyes shimmered with excitement as he stared intently at the corpse of the Great Dog Demon, as if Wang Xiaoyi had stepped into the Drunk Spring brothel.
He flicked his finger, and a droplet of Essence Blood shot out, seeping into the corpse of the Great Dog Demon.
Three feet above his head, the ancient altar reappeared, suspended between reality and illusion, with mystical inscriptions of dragon and snake characters etched upon it.
"Offering the Demon King Corpse, obtained reward [Demon God Bone]."