Foxtail pen

Li Huowang found himself teetering on the edge of reality, ensnared in a perplexing quandary. Was he languishing in the sterile confines of a hospital room, or was he ensnared in a cultivation world where survival was a daily gamble? 
The lines between the tangible and the imagined blurred, with each realm asserting its authenticity while dismissing the other as mere figments of illusion.
Embark on an odyssey with Li Huowang as he navigates through this enigmatic existence. Delve into a universe where the arcane arts of cultivators intertwine with the unspeakable terrors that lurk in the shadows. In this world, existence itself is a precarious balance.
Original Synopsis:
The Bizarre Path to the Heavens, 'Dao', a narrative woven with the surreal tapestry of Deities and Immortals. But what is truth, and what is mere fantasy? Amidst the maelstrom of his own harrowing ailment, Li Huowang grapples with discerning the real from the unreal. Yet, it is not just the enigma of these otherworldly beings that clouds his judgment; it is the specter of his own affliction, a malady that threatens to unravel the very fabric of his being.
He is sick, very seriously ill......

Abnormal Immortal Record of Spooky Daoist

Li Huowang watched the light in Zhuge Yuan's eyes gradually fade away, his heart aching as if it were being sliced by a knife.


His mind was in complete chaos now. It seemed he wanted to say something, but facing his dying friend, he found himself unable to utter a word.


"Brother Li, the worms inside you are almost dead, are you really okay?" Zhuge Yuan looked at Li Huowang's increasingly hollow chest and asked with his last breath.


An ugly smile, uglier than tears, appeared on Li Huowang's face as he shook his head vigorously. "Brother Zhuge, you... do you have any last words or requests? Tell me, and I will fulfill them, no matter what!"


As Zhuge Yuan slowly exhaled a breath, his voice became broken and intermittent. "No, I... I have... lived an honest life, never... having any... regrets..."


The snow that had stopped falling began to drift down again, slowly landing on Zhuge Yuan's pupils which were gradually dilating.


Chapter 438 Foundation