Immortality Cultivation: I Farm in the System Space Chapter 959

The drinking session lasted for three consecutive days; eventually, Elder Lei and several others joined the group as well.

The weight of recent events was likely too heavy for them to process, making the truth difficult to swallow in the short term.

As a result, they allowed themselves to become completely lost in the wine.

Once the revelry concluded, they said their goodbyes to Huang Qingling and departed together, making their way back to the Xuanqing Realm.

Huang Qingling, however, chose to remain behind. She was determined to scour the remnants of the Demon Race Secret Realm, hoping to recover the fragments of her lost memories.

She had once believed that reaching the Immortal Dao Realm would simplify the search for her past.

Unexpectedly, the Immortal Dao Realm had decayed into such a ruinous state, becoming so treacherous that even a cultivator of her caliber could not remain within its borders for long.

In the end, she was forced to retreat.

Observing Huang Qingling’s unwavering fixation, Lin Jing felt a sudden urge to reveal the entire truth to her.

However, he remembered the solemn request made by Huang Qingling’s parents. Furthermore, he realized he could not easily justify how he possessed knowledge of events that took place a million years ago.

Thus, he forced that impulse back down.

Upon his return to the Xuanqing Realm, Lin Jing resumed his duties at the Elixir Alliance, immersing himself in daily affairs.

Following their return, Elder Bai stepped down from his role as the Grand Elder of the Elixir Alliance, choosing a life of seclusion within the mountains.

The ancestor of the Changyun Clan followed Elder Bai into retirement, and the two settled into adjacent small courtyards deep in the wilderness.

They lived out their days in quiet simplicity.

Lin Jing made it a point to visit them periodically.

On every visit, he would carry several jars of premium wine so they could enjoy each other's company and drink to their hearts' content.

To mortals, a span of twenty years feels like a lifetime, but for cultivators blessed with longevity, it passes in the blink of an eye.

For a Mahayana Realm cultivator like Lin Jing, who had already spent twenty thousand years in Cultivation, such a period was merely a drop in the ocean of his existence.

Eventually, Elder Bai entered the cycle of reincarnation.

This occurred twenty-five years after their journey back.

After Elder Bai’s reincarnation, the ancestor of the Changyun Clan erected a protective formation around the two humble courtyards where they had resided.

Afterward,

Overwhelmed by a sense of isolation, the Changyun Clan’s ancestor abandoned the mountain retreat and returned to his clan.

In that secluded spot, nothing remained but the simple courtyards shielded by the formation.

And, of course, a single, solitary grave.

...

From that point forward,

The flow of time seemed to quicken, racing past at an incredible speed.

During the first century following their return...

Huang Qingling emerged from the Outer Spatial Void. Upon her return, she forcibly evicted every cultivator from the Demon Race Secret Realm, claiming the entire territory as her own.

Two centuries after their return...

Lin Jue and Ye Yun’s Cultivation finally reached a point of stability, and the two officially became Dao companions.

On that celebratory day,

A great gathering took place, and even Huang Qingling arrived to offer her well-wishes.

Yet, amidst the joy and laughter, Li Qingqing’s gaze remained fixed longingly on Lin Jing.

Despite the passing of so many years, Lin Jing continued to act as though he were completely unaware of her feelings...

Three hundred years after his return, Lin Jing journeyed back to the Outer Spatial Void, remaining there for a period of two hundred years.

By the time he emerged from the Outer Spatial Void, a total of five centuries had elapsed since he had first come back from that place.

Following this return, Lin Jing did not visit the Elixir Alliance or the Thousand Islands Domain. Instead, he traveled directly to the Nanming Domain and stepped into the Barren Forbidden Zone.

On that particular day...

Violent thunder shook the Barren Forbidden Zone, a storm that raged throughout the entire night.

Even those standing outside the zone could sense a terrifying pressure, as if the world itself were reaching its end.

A few curious cultivators attempted to enter and investigate, but they were forced to retreat in terror almost immediately.

Such a localized display of divine power was far beyond what they could endure, and they knew better than to offend whatever entity was causing such a massive disturbance.

Therefore, the wisest course of action was to stay as far away as possible.

Shortly after the thunder subsided, a Nine-colored Immortal Light manifested, hanging motionless above the Barren Forbidden Zone.

While many whispered that a legendary Immortal Treasure had surfaced, not a single soul dared to enter and claim it.

...

Situated on the outskirts of the Barren Forbidden Zone is Yunling Town.

Due to its proximity to the forbidden area, there were no farmable fields, and the locals avoided the mountainsides because of the zone's presence.

Consequently, Yunling Town had never known true prosperity.

This changed six hundred years ago when the strange phenomenon that drained the lifespan of anyone entering the Barren Forbidden Zone vanished, allowing the town to slowly grow.

Even though the Barren Forbidden Zone lacked Spiritual Energy and was ignored by powerful cultivators—meaning its growth couldn't compare to towns near great Immortal Cities—

The disappearance of the life-draining curse allowed the residents of Yunling Town to live peaceful, comfortable lives on the edge of the zone.

A few miles from the town, there is a hill where the grass grows thick and vibrant. The entire slope is a sea of green, save for a single, leafy tree standing at the peak.

It was a perfect spot for tending to livestock.

Currently, beneath that large tree, a young boy lay with his head resting on a straw hat. With a piece of foxtail grass between his teeth, he reclined with his legs crossed, rocking back and forth in total contentment.

Nearby, a dozen or so sheep grazed peacefully across the green pasture.

The boy was, in fact, a simple shepherd.

As the boy enjoyed the quiet afternoon, a middle-aged man wearing a short-sleeved shirt and carrying a woodcutting axe walked past the hill.

Spotting the man, the boy sat up quickly and called out:

“Old Chai...”