Bound to My Ancestor's Account While at Death's Door

On my first day after transmigrating into the role of an endangered inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, I was forced to bind myself to the "Ancestor Livestream." The comments were full of exasperated grumbling from my ancestors throughout the ages:

"You're holding the needle backward! I could embroider better with my eyes closed!"

"This generation of inheritors is hopeless. Our ancestors are about to turn over in their graves!"

Then one day, I restored a lost technique.

The screen suddenly fell silent. At last, a trembling comment drifted by:

"That technique... could it be the Primordial Ancestress herself... come in person?"