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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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"Master Xin Chi, are you certain you haven't made a mistake this time?"

Perhaps the Astrological Bureau could kill the innocent just to get the job done, but Li Huowang could never get over that hurdle in his heart.

As soon as Li Huowang's words were spoken, the little girl who had been praying to Buddha shrank her body, leaving only a set of clothes in her place.

"Er Jiu! Why don't you listen to the poor monk's words?" Li Huowang sneered at the sight of Xin Chi, who now looked as fierce as a wrathful Buddha.

He walked over to the pile of clothing with his knife, forcefully stabbing it into the yellow meditation cushion, accompanied by a whimper like that of a puppy, as bright red blood gushed continuously from the cushion.

The thing that had just attacked them hadn't left; it had merely shrunk its body to an extremely small, flat size and hidden inside the cushion.

"Master Xin Chi, if you were always this accurate, I wouldn't have to make my own guesses," said Li Huowang.