Mystique Soul: A Cultivator's Flame

In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost.

“I died and..” grins “...that started my life”

What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world?

They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies.

But....

What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves?

A world where magic and cultivation co-exist?

People say “Keep moving forward”.

What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?