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

Second God looked down at the golden ring around her ankle, her voice trembling slightly, "Brother Li...."


Tear tracks had soaked through the red bridal veil, leaving behind five inconsistent stains on the red cloth, betraying excitement and seemingly heartache as well.


Li Huowang couldn't see through her; Second God was shrouded in a mist that prevented him from using the Oblivion Path's abilities to discern her deep emotions and struggles.


Li Huowang watched her with a complex expression and, after hesitating a moment, reached out to lift a corner of the red veil.


He had seen Second God's appearance many times and wouldn't be scared, but her current look was somewhat different from the past.


On that mostly animalistic face, signs of other wild beasts were relatively less, while the silver-white fur of a fox was noticeably dominant.


The short spines amid the white fur lay as flat as possible, as if trying to make herself look a bit better.


Chapter 446: The Medium