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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 363 Sky

Li Huowang, bereft of all pain, smelled everything around him in a daze. At that moment, his fused senses could feel the previously merged yin and yang splitting apart.

It wasn't because the yang hadn't arrived, but because the yin had come to life. Only living things could feel pain. As Heart Turbidity, who had died before, let out screams of agony, he, like those screaming rocks and trees, also came back to life.

Li Huowang staggered, trying to walk a few steps, but his weak body instinctively fell forward. Several wriggling dark tentacles stretched out, propping up on the ground like pillars. "Dad..."

Afterward, Li Sui opened the wound in Li Huowang's chest and swiftly burrowed inside.

Li Huowang, his mouth trembling, seemed to want to say something, but he could only manage a bloody, fleshly hole that emitted no sound.

Li Huowang's right hand, missing its nail, was raised shakily, pointing to the south. He could feel there was a crack there.