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

Because the cracks in the Spinal Bone Sword were not stationary, they were flying forward like Sword Qi.


If Li Huowang wanted to get in, he had to ensure he was even faster than it, but right now he was just a tiny bit short.


"I can still go faster! I can be even quicker!!"


With Li Huowang's cry, his speed indeed increased sharply, and he plunged headfirst into the shrinking crack.


Having just arrived in Da Qi, Li Huowang hastily darted to the left, and the crack, after scraping his cloak, vanished rapidly behind him.


Li Huowang, having taken a deep breath, now had the chance to survey his surroundings.


This place in Da Liang was the Prince's sleeping chamber, and in Da Qi, it didn't seem to fall short by much; the room was large and spacious.


However, the broken tiles overhead and the weeds by the house, along with furniture covered in dust, testified that its splendor belonged solely to the past.


527 Chapter Da Qi