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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 wind rushed past, whipping at Feng Jiao Xue's sleeves as she guided Yin Xiao forward, the spiritual deer's powerful wings cutting smoothly through the evening sky. Below them, the capital had long disappeared, replaced by rolling hills, thick forests, and the occasional glimmer of lanterns from far-off villages. The outskirts of the empire stretched endlessly before them—wild and untamed.

Behind her, Mo Tianze clung tightly, his arms wrapped around her waist. Though he had been eager to travel, his grip betrayed his unease. "Sister Jiao Xue," he called out, his voice barely carrying over the wind. "This is my first time flying so high… Yin Xiao is amazing, but I feel like if I let go, I might get blown away."

Feng Jiao Xue glanced back, an amused glint in her usually cold eyes. "You're a fox demi-beast. Shouldn't you be more agile?"

Chapter 87