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Abnormal Immortal Record of Spooky Daoist

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......

Fox Tail Pen · Eastern
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426 Chs

Chapter 206 Someone is Watching

"What's the matter, Immortal?" upon seeing Li Huowang this tense, he took a few steps back.

The black pottery jars in the distance appeared to be quite ordinary, exactly what you would expect from containers used to pickle vegetables; the only distinguishing feature was an inverted Fu character stuck on them.

Li Huowang kept his gaze on those jars without relaxing his vigilance, "Something just looked at me from there!"

"Looked... looked at you?" Jin Shanzhao's expression was one of hesitation, scrutinizing the jars in the distance once again.

"Could there be someone inside? But Immortal, those jars are too small to fit a person."

"I didn't say it was a person looking at me!" Li Huowang decisively spread out the "Great Thousand Record" on the ground. His bloodied fingernail quickly flew over and easily slashed the black pottery jars open.