A Thousand Years Later, My Sect Has Fallen into Ruin

Jing Yuan, a powerful practitioner of the arcane arts, died protecting the Rinnegan, only to be reborn in the body of a young woman who had been abducted.

Starting over with a maxed-out character? Just as Jing Yuan thought she could peacefully live out her days as an old ancestor, lying flat and doing nothing, she saw the state of the sect she had founded with her own hands.

The magnificent sect, once spanning a thousand miles, had turned into a shabby little Taoist temple. Of its three thousand genius disciples, only one remained: a gullible, dim-witted young man who was nothing but a con artist!

Jing Yuan could no longer laugh. What had happened to her enormous sect? It had fallen apart in just a thousand years!

From then on, she caught ghosts and guided them to the afterlife, livestreamed fortune-telling, clobbered people from behind, and even made paper offerings by hand.

Jing Yuan was confident: fortunes were built up little by little!

Later, everyone discovered that the ghost officials of the underworld treated Jing Yuan with utmost respect, the arcane sects of the human world followed her lead, and she even seemed to have connections in the Heavenly Realm, which had been out of contact for a thousand years.

The mysterious young master of the Xie family was always trailing behind Jing Yuan. He looked so sickly that he might not last much longer, but whenever Jing Yuan was in danger, a powerful man would appear behind her. Jing Yuan had this to say: "Move aside. I can take him down myself."

Xie Ming said, "I offer the entire City of Reincarnation as my betrothal gift. I only hope my beloved will marry me."