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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 249: Inquiry (Added more for our alliance leader and COO, the eternally beautiful Nan Gong Xiao Qing Wa.)

"Pleased to meet you, allow me to introduce myself, I am Li Huowang."

"Regarding your earlier intent to ambush me, I actually let go of my anger a while ago, after all, I am Xinsu, just like those tall Ginseng fruits with legs; I understand it's human nature for you to want to snatch me."

"This time I've sought you out for a different matter, to put it briefly, I am quite unfamiliar with this world and I wish to gain more knowledge through you."

"Of course, there's another reason, you know that I am Xinsu, I am also searching for a way to rid myself of Xinsu, if you know and tell me, I would really be very grateful to you."

Li Huowang sat in the chair and earnestly spoke to the Han Fu in front of him.

The two drooping, bloodied heads in front of him were not Li Huowang's conversational target; he spoke to the fist-sized little head at Han Fu's neck.