Urban Cultivation: My Years as a Celestial Master

"Chen Shiyi, an ancient great demon has appeared in Area A. It may be a general who served the Holy Lord in the Primordial Era."

"Understood. I'm on my way."

Wearing silver armor, Chen Shiyi hefted his battered battle spear and forced himself onward, dragging his utterly exhausted body to the battlefield in Area A.

When he arrived, he saw smoke rising from every direction and the earth riddled with deep craters blasted open by spells and demonic arts.

Looking at the devastated Area A, Chen Shiyi sank into memories. This place used to be called City A. This world had once been more than a ruined wasteland. And once, he had been a young, inexperienced Celestial Master who wanted nothing more than to impress everyone.

"Chen Shiyi, are you crazy?"

"Chen Shiyi, if you've got the guts, hit me!"

"You actually hit me?"

"Chen Shiyi, a treasure has appeared!"

"Chen Shiyi, the Daoist Sect has issued an order. Kill this demon at once."

"Shiyi, save me!"

One familiar phrase after another, and the faces of one old friend after another, appeared in his mind.

"I don't regret spending these years as a Celestial Master."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.