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

"Ding!" The two cups clinked together and then quickly tilted, pouring the wine down Hong Da's and Li Huowang's throats.


The dishes on the table were a mess, and aside from the contributions of these two, Li Sui's efforts were indispensable.


All he did was bring an appetite; burying his head in eating was enough.


"Brother Er Jiu, do you know why I helped you with this?" Hong Da, with a flushed face, leaned in with his cup.


"Because we're both from the Astrological Bureau, good mates." Li Huowang tapped his cup against the other's.


"Hehe, we were good mates with Xin Chi Monk at the time, but how did that turn out?"


"Actually, from your initial actions at Heart Turbidity, it was clear that you are a sincere person. I, Hong Da, decided then to make you my friend. People like you are rare these days."


As Hong Da spoke, a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.


Chapter 542: The Trade