Fantasy

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?