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

Although it had been a long time, Li Huowang still remembered this was the nickname Master Jingxin from An Ci Nunnery had given to her son.


But he never expected that this so-called Xu'er would actually be Xu Shou, the old man currently confronting him.


Master Jingxin's son was Xinsu, and the fact that his other side also existed in the real world was a bombshell revelation for Li Huowang, implying a multitude of things.


But all those matters could be postponed, as Li Huowang urgently wanted to ask Xu Shou why.


"Xu Shou! Why are you doing this to me, what on earth do you want!" Li Huowang, with eyes wide open, loudly questioned the old man before him.


"Cough... cough..." Xu Shou, propped up by Li Huowang, coughed up blood, his somewhat scattered eyes staring at Li Huowang, seemingly full of unwillingness. His bloodless lips parted slightly, beginning to say something.


Chapter 606: Fake or Real