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

"Hmm." Facing Li Huowang's explanation, the Da Liang National Master turned around, stroking his white beard while nodding appreciatively.


At this moment, Li Huowang felt somewhat anxious, uncertain whether the other party believed him or not. The other party's strength was formidable, and should a fight ensue, he might not be able to escape.


As he was brewing up other explanations in his mind, the other party spoke again. "Since His Majesty is so fond of you, and you can get connected with the Royal Family, this is indeed a great fortune for you. Cherish it well."


"Yes!" But in Li Huowang's heart, he didn't feel it was great fortune at all. Given that there were others coveting the throne, it was hard to say how many days that simpleton Ji Lin could sit on it.


"Go now, do well. The Da Liang Dynasty needs people like you," said the Da Liang National Master, patting Li Huowang on the shoulder as he spoke.


Chapter 483: Relics