In my previous life, I used my own ribs and half my vital blood to forge a superior spirit artifact and nurture an artifact spirit rarely seen in a century.
But on the day of the sect's selection, the artifact spirit pierced my heart and lungs, then turned around and knelt before my junior sister, pledging itself to her as its master.
My junior sister became the new sect leader, while I was branded a wanton woman who had stolen her spirit artifact and seduced its artifact spirit.
I was thrown into the Abyss of the Wraiths, where tens of thousands of vengeful spirits devoured my flesh and consumed my soul.
I died unable to rest in peace. Why had the artifact spirit, which should have been in perfect accord with me, betrayed me?
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the sect had told its disciples to prepare for the selection.
This time, I personally killed my artifact spirit and destroyed its body.
Then I leapt into the Abyss of the Wraiths of my own accord, bringing herbs that aid conception so I could have my way with the legendary Ancestor of Artifacts...
