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

Soon, two bowls of red oil wontons were placed in front of them, and the young Yang used his chopsticks to pick up a wonton, looking like a small white boat from the oily red broth.


Once a green onion-topped wonton entered his mouth and he chewed, the young Yang couldn't help but nod his head. Although coated with red oil, it didn't taste greasy at all; instead, it was pleasantly spicy and rich in flavor.


Even from a cook's perspective, these wontons were extremely well made.


In the cold weather, it was truly a delight to finish a bowl of piping hot wontons, munching one after another, the couple ate joyously.


"I can make it, but not as delicious as this place. They must have some secret recipe," he speculated.


Chapter 637: Dumpling Stand