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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

Three months had passed in the upper realm.

Mo Xing knelt in the center of his chambers, where he had spent countless days wrestling with the aftermath of the Dark Binding elixir. The double dose that had saved him now extracted its price. Each day brought a fresh battle as liquid fire turned to creeping frost in his veins, the brutal re-chaining of the beast within demanding its toll. His meridians, still raw from that initial exorcism by force, pulsed with remembered agony. Yet still, that damned smile played at the corners of his mouth, as if the pain itself was nothing more than an amusing inconvenience.

"Master, please," Mian Mian's shadows flickered anxiously around him. "You need more time to recover—"

"What I need," he interrupted, voice smooth despite three months of strain, "is to stand."

SMELL OF BLOOD