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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

Moonlight poured through the latticed windows of Mo Xing's bedroom, silver and cold, painting intricate shadows that slithered across the floor like spirits bound in an unholy dance. The air was heavy, thick with something unseen yet palpable, pressing against the walls like a silent observer.

Mo Xing sat unmoving, his posture disciplined, but within, a war raged. His eyes were closed, his breath measured, yet the tremor in his fingers betrayed the battle unfolding beneath his skin. Sweat slicked his brow, each bead trembling before rolling down his temple. His teeth dug into his lower lip, until the taste of iron bloomed against his tongue.

The darkness within him, the one he had caged for centuries with sheer will, stirred like a beast sniffing the air after a long slumber. It had been awakened—recognized—by the temporal distortions at the Void Temple.

DARK ENERGY