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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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Chapter 108 Master Danyang

This sudden change caught everyone off guard.

Tentacles that had emerged from Li Huowang's mouth instantly tensed and shot toward a nun in front of him.

Once the tentacles tensed, they became extremely hard and instantly pierced through a fat nun's stomach, the wound oozing not blood but a constant stream of whitish fat.

No matter what seeped out, the nun's screams added a discordant note to the solemn chanting.

As the chanting weakened, the Fly Bodhisattva statue ceased to hold its shape and began to crumble.

This was merely the beginning; the black tentacles gripping onto Master Danyang's organs wriggled out from Li Huowang's mouth, relentlessly attacking the other nuns.

The black tentacles flipped Li Huowang upside down, much like an octopus moving across the ground on its tentacles, dragging him along.

The entire scene descended into chaos, a fat nun tried to intervene, but the flies forming the Bodhisattva in the air collapsed.