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

"You dare to be so insolent in the palace in broad daylight, do you really think Da Liang Kingdom is without people? Huh?" A gruff voice arose from Li Huowang's left side; he turned his head and saw an old soldier dressed in Heavy Armor, riding a tall horse and charging towards him.


The moment this man moved, Li Huowang even felt the air around him moving with him. This was a Military man, and not just any mediocre one like Peng Longteng! This aura could possibly belong to the strongest Military man in Da Liang!


And there wasn't just one such person—six of them, riding their horses, charged from all directions. Obviously, such a commotion within the Imperial Palace had drawn others.


As they drew near, Li Huowang even started to hear hallucinations; he heard the sounds of soldiers clashing, smelled the stench of fresh blood, and even felt his mood becoming somewhat irritable.


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