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

Upon hearing Li Huowang say that, Bai Lingmiao carefully took it with both hands, curiously touching the ink marks with her fingertips.


Just as Li Huowang was about to help her with some of the more difficult parts, he saw Bai Lingmiao's eyes suddenly widen. "Brother Li, there are voices coming from the east, sounds like something is approaching."


Li Huowang looked at her, pulled aside the carriage curtain, and stepped out.


After passing through a stretch of forest, Li Huowang quickly spotted the source of the voices; it was two horse-drawn carriages in a frantic escape.


They seemed to be trying to drive the carriages into the forest, hiding from something.


But clearly they were wishful thinking, as within a few steps, the carriages were caught up by vines and branches.


Following closely, the pursuers arrived—a group of men in ragged clothing and gaunt figures.


Chapter 500 Dreaming