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In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost.

"I died and..." grins "...that started my life"

What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world? 

They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies.

But....

What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves? 

A world where magic and cultivation co-exist?

People say "Keep moving forward".

What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?

Mystique Soul: A Cultivator's Flame

The space within the ring was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the ever-blooming spiritual herb garden. Mo Tianze moved swiftly through the space, his ears twitching as he followed the familiar pulse of spiritual energy. He knew where he would find Huang Jin De, near the herb bed, where the vermillion bird often cultivated in silent meditation.

As expected, Huang Jin De sat cross-legged in the midst of the thriving greenery, his crimson robes barely shifting in the faint breeze. The air around him pulsed with heat, an ever-present reminder of his fiery nature. Golden eyes flickered open, sharp and knowing, before settling on the approaching youth, seeing that it's just him, Huang Jin De went back to cultivating.

Mo Tianze immediately bowed deeply. "Senior Huang, please train me more. I want to be stronger. Can you... please help me be stronger faster!" He kowtowed.

Chapter 84