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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......

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443 Chs

Chapter 332 Record of Appearance

"Clip-clop, clip-clop" the sound of horse hooves echoed incessantly on the streets of Yinling City. The rainy weather left the streets sparse of people, allowing the horse to pick up its pace.

The rider lifted his bamboo hat, revealing Li Huowang's determined eyes. He held the reins in one hand while pulling out a piece of paper from his chest to check it once again.

It was a pigeon message from Tuoba Danqing meant for himself. The message was short, "Record of Appearance summons, come quickly. Yinling Prison."

Li Huowang felt he already knew Tuoba Danqing well. For him to send an urgent message without eating or drinking was proof enough of the urgency of this matter.

He didn't know whether this matter would turn out to be good or bad for him; the only thing he could do was to prepare for the worst.

Fortunately, he was now a lone ranger. If anything were to happen, he would have nothing to fear.