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......

The Unruly Immortals

"Huff... huff..." Li Huowang panted heavily, the white breath he exhaled fogging up the bulletproof glass before quickly disappearing, only to repeat the cycle.


The stagnant air in the underground tunnel made Li Huowang feel a bit irritable, especially after walking for so long and finding nothing. "That smell in the air is getting more pungent, Qing Wanglai, what was that benzene you mentioned earlier?"


Qing Wanglai didn't answer Li Huowang's question, holding his gun behind him with a stance that seemed to use Li Huowang as a shield.


"Shh... we're almost there..." Zhao Shuangdian whispered deliberately as she passed by Li Huowang.


Her fingers danced across the keyboard of the notebook like playing the piano, displaying content only she could understand.


Walking in the cold tunnel for about twenty more minutes, Zhao Shuangdian suddenly reached out and grabbed the crossbow from Zhao Lei, aiming into the darkness ahead.


Chapter 900 Confrontation