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Crossing back and forth: 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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155 Chs

Chapter 102 Benefits

The thought that suddenly popped into his mind made Li Huowang shiver all over.

He carefully felt all over his body and, after realizing there wasn't an extra jade pendant on him, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"That's right, it was just a dream, just a dream," Li Huowang murmured to himself with lingering fear.

"What's the matter?" Bai Lingmiao lit the oil lamp and asked drowsily.

"It's nothing, nothing at all, go back to sleep."

Seeing that Li Huowang didn't say anything else, Bai Lingmiao didn't ask any further and closed her eyes.

Her white-haired head rested lightly on his shoulder, caressing his heaving chest softly and gently with her slender palm.

As he held the hand on his chest, Li Huowang looked straight at the beam above him. "Miaomiao."

"Hmm?" Bai Lingmiao responded subconsciously, half-asleep and half-awake.

"Do you want to know about my past? Do you want to know why I suffer from hysteria?"