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Li Hua's reign as the twenty-first century's deadliest assassin ended in fire and betrayal. Her own sister, Li Min, turned their elite force against her, leaving nothing but ashes where a legend once stood.

In the moment of her death, Li Hua's soul tore free from its earthly bonds, hurtling across the boundaries between worlds until it anchored itself in a new vessel in a realm of ancient martial arts and mystical cultivation. Through this impossible transition, her inner space remained intact—and with it, Little Firefly, her spirit companion.

Here, where qi flows like rivers and mountains bow to those who master their cultivation, Li Hua will forge herself anew. No longer content to be merely an assassin of mortal flesh, she sets her sights on ascending to immortality itself—a journey that will shake the very foundations of heaven.

DEDICATION
To those of us whose cultivation path always leads to immortals with questionable morals and perfect jaw lines.
May your daddy issues transcend the three realms and be rewarded with an ancient being who knows exactly what he's doing.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Updates: New chapters release Sunday through Friday, with Saturday as a rest day.
Story Style: This is an epic fantasy with rich world-building and complex characters, woven together with a slow-burn romance subplot.
Disclaimer: While this story incorporates some historical facts, it is primarily a work of fiction presenting my unique interpretation of events.

Re-birth: The Beginning after the End

Li Hua's muscles coiled tight as her hand moved with assassin's instinct, reaching for a weapon that no longer existed in this realm of memories. She forced her fingers to unfurl, one by one, though the phantom weight of cold steel still haunted her palm.

"Who are you?" Her voice cut through the void, steady and sharp as a blade despite the unexpected presence that had invaded her consciousness

"Who am I?" The voice resonated through her consciousness like thunder across distant mountains, ancient and powerful. "You may call me Bai Feng, though few have earned the right to name me in countless millennia." The words carried the weight of ages, like wind whistling through ancient pines.

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