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

Li Huowang opened his eyes again, and it was already the morning of the next day. Although Sun Xiaoqin insisted on helping him in the bathroom, Li Huowang still pushed her out and managed to wash up by himself.


Despite his physical weakness, Li Huowang slowly and laboriously managed to finish after a long struggle. By the time he came out, Sun Xiaoqin was already waiting for him with breakfast.


Li Huowang's trembling hands struggled to lift the chopsticks and stuff the steamed bun into his mouth with difficulty.


"Son, eat more. You need to eat up to grow strong. After we're done eating, how about we start your rehabilitative training?"


"Okay," Li Huowang mumbled, nodding with his cheeks bulging. His body was incredibly weak now, and he must recover quickly—at the very least, he needed to be able to walk.


At the moment, Li Huowang felt that in front of Xinsu, he could probably be crushed with just a poke of a finger.


Chapter 589 Emergence