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

Facing the monk's mockery, a flicker of annoyance crossed the face of Huan Jue of the Oblivion Path, but it quickly disappeared.


Right after, he slowly got up from the ground, pretending to dust himself off and rubbing his skewed left cheek.


"Hong Zhong, the boss, you've got some nerve now, you beat me under the guise of falseness, let me recover afterward."


"But as a dead man, what can you do by bullying me? Could you possibly kill me twice?"


"Believe it or not, my concerns for you were genuine just now. After all, we are now grasshoppers on the same string. If you die, then we're surely done for."


As he spoke, Huan Jue of the Oblivion Path had, without realizing it, arrived in front of Li Huowang and stared at him with the two hollows on his face.


"If you ask me, we should stop worrying about Touzi for now and deal with the immediate trouble—like your issue of cultivating truth without cultivating falsehood."


Chapter 511 Inside the House