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

"Beat the drum quickly, hit the gong slowly~ Stop the gongs and drums, listen to my song~ Listen as I sing The Eighteen Touches~...."


A theatrical chanting accompanied by the sound of yi yi ai ai echoed from the alley to the left, and as Li Sui turned his head toward the sound, Li Huowang couldn't help but frown. He immediately waved the reins to speed up the carriage, lest Li Sui learn anything bad from listening to those vulgar and obscene lyrics.


"Reach out and touch sister's silky hair, ah, the dark clouds have floated to the mid-sky~ Reach out and touch in front of sister's forehead, the Heaven full and addiction luring...."


Top Scholar Lv, with a white pancake makeup on his nose, was energetically singing on the stage, his two hands moving according to the lyrics.


The audience of young and old masters watched intently, occasionally exchanging winks and smirking at each other, letting out "heh heh heh" laughter.


Chapter 533: Natural Disaster