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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

Once the siblings finished their meals, Li Hua walked both brothers back to their rooms and cleaned up.

Before entering her own room, she stood in the hallway between their chambers, listening to their soft breathing. In the quiet of night, with no one to see her carefully maintained composure crumble, the full weight of what had happened finally crashed over her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as guilt threatened to suffocate her. The "what ifs" she'd been suppressing since their rescue now flooded her mind mercilessly. If she had left with them that day instead of staying behind, would her brothers have been spared such torture? The memory of Li Wei's body wrapped in temporal chains, of Li Hao's form riddled with burns—it was almost too much to bear. Her brothers, who had always protected her, had suffered so terribly while she had been safe in her space.

RISING AT NOON