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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

The snow-white walls, the illuminated energy-saving lights, and the shallow green explosion-proof glass with welded iron bars.


Li Huowang, wrapped in two layers of Binding Clothes, watched everything around him quietly and earnestly.


To Li Huowang at that moment, the monotonous surroundings seemed so vibrant, as if the colors were somehow elevated.


This was simply because everything was real, not false.


From Hong Zhong's memories, Li Huowang had learned of Xinsu's extraordinarily powerful ability, his Innate Qi, which was not something else but a part of the Heavenly Dao.


Just as Heart Turbidity could tear apart heaven and earth, Xinsu's ability could also "cultivate truth with falsehood" if perfectly utilized.


Once he understood this, all the confusion in Li Huowang's heart disappeared. He didn't need to distinguish between real and fake; anything he cared about, true or false, could become real.


Chapter 442 Li Jiancheng