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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

Soft morning light filtered through the wooden window, casting golden streaks across the small room. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of fresh bread from the bakery down the street. Birds chirped outside, filling the silence with a quiet melody.

Mo Tianze stretched lazily on the bed, his silver ears twitching as he let out a satisfied sigh. It was rare to sleep on a proper mattress, and for once, he felt completely at ease. His golden eyes flickered open just as he noticed Feng Jiao Xue fastening her cloak near the door.

Immediately, he sat up. "You're going out?"

Feng Jiao Xue barely glanced at him as she adjusted her hood. "Yes."

Mo Tianze swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his tail curling around his waist. "Then I'll come too."

His ears twitched, and he blinked at her. "No?"

Chapter 90