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

"Present the tablet—Prostrate—Offer sacrifice to the Heaven—Arise—"


Within the Imperial Palace of the Capital City of Da Liang, the magnificent Altar of Heaven seemed to possess a certain ability to gather sound, carrying the voice of the old eunuch reciting the edict far and wide.


Beneath the Altar of Heaven, the civil and military officials, with both hands lifting their bone tablets, followed Gao Zhijian as they knelt towards the east. The eight drums at the four corners of the altar also resounded with rhythmic beats—three drum sounds in succession—under the drummers' hands.


Li Huowang, with Li Sui by his side, stood silently on a distant rooftop, watching Gao Zhijian, whose face was hidden behind the tassels of the Imperial Crown.


"Dad, how much longer do we have to stand? I'm hungry," said Li Sui, having no concept of what was happening around him, his attention always first to his most basic needs.


Chapter 569: Ascension to the Throne