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

"This... This is impossible!!" Li Huowang looked at Zhuge Yuan in front of him, retreating half a step in utter shock.


The Spinal Bone Sword had completely transformed; chaotic flesh and misshapen organs intertwining from the spine, growing out like plants.


It had not fully morphed into a person but just grew various dislocated flesh and blurred organs before abruptly stopping; there was neither skin nor semblance of a human form.


Although this ghastly appearance was alarming, Li Huowang was certain that it was still alive! Zhuge Yuan was still alive!


"How can you possibly still be alive, you were clearly dead! I strangled you with my own hands! Your soul has already been taken into my illusion!"


Half-protruding from the Spinal Bone Sword, Zhuge Yuan wormed his completely bare left hand out from the flesh and used those bony fingers to straighten the hair that was clumped and sticking to his temples with blood.


Chapter 503 Dice