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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

<p>Dawn crept across the Great White Mountain, its weak light struggling to pierce the ancient canopy above. The spiritual essence hung thin in the air—precious threads of power that cultivators and beasts alike fought to claim. Between the towering pines, shadows shifted like hungry things, dancing away from the pale fingers of morning light that managed to breach the dense branches overhead.</p>

<p>The mountain's silence shattered as three figures burst through the underbrush, their movements a deadly dance of pursuit. Ahead, something large crashed through the frost-covered branches, its desperate flight sending showers of ice crystals raining down like broken stars. Li Hua's keen eyes caught glimpses of crystalline fur and gleaming claws—their prey was far more dangerous than the usual beasts that roamed these lower reaches of the mountain.</p>

THE HUNT