女剑仙被灭门哭错坟，我爬出纠正

My name is Lin Yao, the number one player of the game Lingxu.

I created countless accounts, dominated the combat power rankings, holding nine out of the top ten spots. I ranked first in the treasure-hunting rankings, first in the longevity rankings, first in the sect rankings…

But one day, Lingxu suddenly shut down.

And then, many years later, I found myself transmigrated into the game world.

At that moment, I heard a female voice—

[Welcome back—Lin Yao.]

[Merging saved data… Detected previous identities: Hidden World Immortal Lord of Myriad Arts; Ultimate Daoist World-Thieving Demon Lord; King of the Underworld Feng Tian…]

[Detected sects created: Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect; Grand Threefold True Dao Sect; Feng Tian Underworld…]

[Detected disciples bound: Demonic Empress Ye Xingcan; Swordmaster Chu Hongyu; Buddha’s Head Du Ci; Wuchang Van Shu…]

[Current status updated: A dying man in a grave pit, body severely weakened!]

I blinked in disbelief, thinking about how to rise again in the world I knew better than anyone.

But just then, I heard a woman’s heart-wrenching sobs.

“Qingxuan Sect has suffered a calamity! Betrayed by traitors, our Sect Master had his core forcibly taken, our senior brother was flayed alive, and our junior sister was imprisoned and humiliated. I was the only one who managed to escape, but now I have nowhere left to go…

I beg the Ancestor to show a divine sign and save our sect!”

Poking my head out of the grave pit, I saw a female sword cultivator kneeling before a tombstone, bowing her head against it.

At that moment, I realized three things.

First: The name Qingxuan Sect sounded extremely familiar—it seemed to be a sect I had once created.

Second: If this female sword cultivator came to beg the sect’s ancestral founder for aid after her sect was annihilated… then that Ancestor must be me.

Third: This female sword cultivator was crying at the wrong grave.

This wasn’t the burial site of my