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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 · Oriental
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443 Chs

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"Brother Li, we will meet again!"

"May your journey be smooth sailing!"

"Take care!!"

Under the warm farewell of the bodyguards, Li Huowang and his companions left Longteng Escort Agency.

As he watched them gradually disappear into the distance, Wang Chengxing's smile on his face slowly faded as he turned to look at Zhao, the escort leader.

"Master, did you notice the sword that man was carrying on his back? That sword is no ordinary blade, it feels like it has a strong killing aura."

Zhao Qin raised his brows slightly and nodded. "Nonsense, do you think I need you to tell me? Of course, I know the origin of that sword, it belonged to General Zixiong."

"What? General Zixiong's personal sword? Then why haven't you done anything about it this half month?"

"Done? What should I do?" Zhao Qin turned his head to look at Wang Chengxing.

"Should I steal his sword, or inquire about the history of this sword? Or should I secretly report him?"