After My Fated Artifact Spirit Was Stolen by My Junior Sister, I Hooked Up with the Ancestor of Artifacts

In my previous life, I used my own ribs and half my blood essence to forge a supreme spirit artifact and nurture a rare artifact spirit, unseen 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, declaring her 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 Dead, 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 shared a bond with me, betrayed me?

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the sect informed its disciples to prepare for the selection. This time, I killed my own artifact spirit with my own hands and destroyed its vessel. Then I jumped into the Abyss of the Dead of my own accord, carrying herbs that aid conception, to get it on with that legendary Artifact Ancestor…