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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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431 Chs

Chapter 350: The Wife

The grand carriage, pulled by four strong horses, sped like mad down the road ahead.

Yet, the coachman was still not satisfied, anxiously whipping the horses' haunches continuously.

Li Huowang rested his arm on the carriage window, gazing at the verdant sea of trees outside.

"We're not far from Niuxin Mountain now. I wonder how they're doing. But with Bai Lingmiao's Second God and Gao Zhijian there, ordinary bandits shouldn't be able to harm them," he thought.

Suddenly, Li Huowang felt a gaze shooting from the forest, but when he turned his head to look, he found nothing.

"Ahem—Since we're about to arrive, I might as well make things clear to you about the mission's regulations," he said.

The eunuch's voice pulled Li Huowang's thoughts back as he turned to look at the old eunuch, who sat holding the Rotten Wood Ruyi as if it were a skinny cat.