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

The intense pain made Li Huowang somewhat clearer, but not much. As the anesthetic deepened, the pain he felt gradually lessened.


Li Huowang staggered backward, and after hearing Wu Qi's voice, he finally fainted completely, falling to the ground.


He didn't know how long it had been when Li Huowang slowly regained consciousness. The flashlight above, swaying continuously, made him realize he was still inside the factory, and the quiet surroundings proved that everything that had happened here was over.


Li Huowang strenuously reached out to press his head, feeling as if it was about to split open.


"Here, drink some water. Don't be afraid; this is a side effect. It'll disappear soon." Wu Qi said, helping Li Huowang up.


"Is it over? Did we win?" Li Huowang turned his head to one side, looking at the bodies strewn all around.


"No, they escaped, but Zhao Shuangdian said we achieved our goal. We should retreat now."


Chapter 901: Great