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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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427 Chs

Chapter 171 Disciple

"Master..." At the instant this voice rang out, Master Danyang turned sharply in his dream and then he saw a familiar face.

It was his previously most proud disciple, Zhengkun, standing there in a green Taoist robe, serenely watching him, without a hint of hatred in his eyes.

He appeared so vivid, as if a real person was before him.

Yet, Master Danyang distinctly remembered that Zhengkun's head had been crushed by his very own foot—it was impossible that he was still alive!

The next moment, Master Danyang seemed to come to his senses, immediately flying into a rage. "Dare to fool around with tricks on this Taoist Master! I see you've grown tired of living!!"

Having scolded, Master Danyang tossed his longsword into the air with a flip of his hand.

He brought his middle and index fingers together, bit into them, and began drawing a Blood Talisman on the sword's falling blade with his fingers.