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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 daily.
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.

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Re-birth: The Beginning after the End

<p>The technique was beautiful and terrible all at once, forcing her essence to split and reform in ways that made her inner core shudder. Beneath the discomfort lay a deadly elegance—each false reflection contained a grain of truth, while each truth fractured into a thousand lies.</p>

<p>Li Hua watched, mesmerized, as her spiritual essence splintered and danced. Each fragment caught the light like dewdrops in a spider's web, her very being scattered across countless mirrors. Mo Xing's power threaded through hers with surgical precision, guiding her through the delicate balance between dissolution and cohesion. Even through her concentration, she couldn't help but notice how his presence filled the room—the way candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face, his movements carrying the fluid grace of a predator at rest.</p>

THOUSAND VEILS