Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 670 - 665: Handling a Big Matter

Concerning Mu Rongtian's terrifying schemes, Ye Feng was naturally unaware. Although up to now, his cultivation level had grown far stronger than when he first entered the Outer Battlefield, compared to those elders, there was still a substantial gap in strength and methods.

At this moment, Ye Feng was fully immersed in cultivation. Day after day, he never stepped outside, instead, he just sat cross-legged, continuously using the Yin-Yang Divine Source within the Weak Water Divine Clan to tirelessly assault the acupoints within his body.

However, after reaching two thousand nine hundred acupoints, advancing further became exceedingly difficult. Even ascending by one more acupoint was an arduous task, and despite the aid of the Yin-Yang Divine Source in his cultivation, it was not easy. After several days of ceaseless cultivation, Ye Feng had only managed to clear five acupoints.

"It seems that at this level, advancing even a single acupoint is no easy feat," Ye Feng silently lamented in his heart.

Of course, he wouldn't give up just like that. After all, the upcoming great battle of the Human Sentinels was not a matter to be taken lightly, and he needed to seize every moment to improve his strength as much as possible.

As for other concerns, Ye Feng did not pay them any mind. He had only one belief, which was that no matter what, he could not allow the Alien Race to breach the Great Wall of Heaven. The Great Wall had to stand unbroken, at least for the next year or so, as any collapse would turn the Human Realm into a living hell, possibly even leading to an extinction-level catastrophe.

As it became increasingly difficult to open new acupoints, Ye Feng decided to allocate part of his mind and spirit to continuously condense and refine his Spirit Essence using the Yin-Yang Divine Source. This way, even if his realm did not advance, his cultivation would deepen, and his combat power would consequently increase.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. By this time, Hong Qingyan and Yu Feiyu had both finished their seclusion. Even Long Nannan and Sausage Sister were feeling quite bored, and within that boredom, there was also a sense of oppressive tension before a great battle, causing everyone to become clearly agitated. However, since Ye Feng had not yet finished his seclusion, it was naturally not their place to rush him.

Actually, it wasn't that Ye Feng was unwilling to emerge from seclusion, nor that he wasn't concerned about the situation at the Great Wall of Heaven. The problem was that out of the hundred soldiers from the Northern Border Army sent into the Spirit Essence Pool, most had not yet broken through to the Golden Core Realm. Additionally, the following group of a hundred student warriors had just abandoned Martial Arts for Daoism and stabilized their Foundation Establishment. They were now preparing to challenge the Golden Core Realm, and at such a critical moment, they couldn't afford to move around lightly.

So even though Ye Feng was anxious, he had no choice but to wait, for the right moment had not yet arrived!

Meanwhile, on the other end of the distant sky dome, the normally quiet and deserted Great Wall of Heaven was now teeming with a sea of people creating a scene of disorder and chaos, yet buzzing with activity.

In truth, the various forces of the Outer Battlefield had always been aware of the existence of this Great Wall of Heaven and its significance. However, they had always been too indifferent to come here, let alone defend it, adopting an attitude which considered defending the Great Wall as an obligation of the villagers from the Northwest Little Mountain Village, something that was of no concern to them.

In fact, even now, the number of people from the major forces of the Outer Battlefield who had come to help was not large. This was particularly true for the Yin-Yang Temple and the Vampire Divine Court; both of these forces were quite selfish and self-serving, and up to this point, they had merely dispatched three Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Mirror and fifteen Grandmasters of the Golden Core Realm, respectively.

Though the Great Wall of Heaven was crowded, the people there were disorganized, and the noisy ruckus lacked any semblance of discipline, appearing as nothing more than a mob.

Compared to the Alien Race' Demon Horn Tribe on the other side, the human side was far inferior. Outside the Great Wall of Heaven, the Demon Horn Tribe Army was arrayed in neat formations. The tens of thousands of troops managed to keep order without the slightest hint of chaos or any unnecessary noise—a testament to their terrifying discipline.

In the endless dark void, the Whirlpool Portal approximately two square units in size had fully stabilized. It was clear that some Great Power on the opposite side, in the Alien Space-Time, was casting spells to keep the portal steady; otherwise, it could not have been sustained for such a long duration.

However, there were limits to the portal. From the first day, the Demon Horn Tribe Army had been pouring in continuously, and so far, there were tens of thousands of beings at the level of Martial King or Foundation Establishment Realm, and a tremendous total of more than five hundred at the level of the Golden Core Realm or Sacred Realm Level. Moreover, there were as many as eighty individuals at the terrifying level of Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

Currently, no more massive waves of the Demon Horn Tribe were coming from the Alien Space-Time; it seemed they had reached their limit. Only a few Demon Horn Tribe's Grandmasters of the Golden Core Realm were coming in and out occasionally, likely intelligence operatives transmitting the situation in the Human Realm back to their own side.

With both armies poised against each other, and while the great battle had not yet begun, the atmosphere was still extremely tense and oppressive. The Demon Horn Tribe had various skin colors, all peculiar and rough to the eye. Although they too had two arms and two legs like humans, they had a distinct antennae sprouting from the top of their head.

The color of the antennae also varied, and observant individuals had noticed that the color seemed to correlate with their strength and cultivation level, though the exact relationship remained unclear to the Human side at the moment.

In the center of the Demon Horn Tribe's army stood a huge square altar surrounded by a Formation, appearing close to being fully set up. Nearly twenty days had passed since they arrived, and it was almost time—perhaps three or four more days and the Formation would be completely successful and activated.

Both sides were well aware that before the completion and activation of the Formation, a world-shaking battle was inevitable, with both sides waiting for the highest command to give the order.

The Great Commander of the Demon Tribe, donning a red cloak, stood at the core of the Formation, clutching a Seven Stars Cane that may well have been his Magic Treasure Weapon.

Over on the Human's side, Old Man with Big Tobacco Pipe sat at the edge of the Great Wall of Heaven, his legs dangling over the side. He was still sipping on his pipe as usual, but the intensity and ferocity with which he smoked had clearly increased, a sure sign that beneath his calm exterior, his heart was no longer composed.

Red-Nosed sat beside Old Long, suddenly asking, "What's going on with that kid Ye Feng, why hasn't there been any movement till now? Is he not coming, or did you deliberately tell him not to come?"

Old Long took two strong puffs of his tobacco pipe before he leisurely said, "A grand spectacle like this is rare. That young man's foundation has reached great accomplishment; how can we let him miss this opportunity? The eagle must be baptized by storms before it can truly spread its wings and soar."

The red-nosed old man was startled and asked, "Great accomplishment? Does that mean the boy has cultivated up to two thousand nine hundred acupoints?"

Old Long nodded slightly, sighing, "We indeed didn't misjudge him. That child has also not disappointed our expectations. Such strong talent and enormous luck are truly rare to come by!"

The red-nosed old man nodded and said, "Indeed, in just over a decade, the boy has already reached such heights in his cultivation. His progress is indeed supernatural. However, I always feel that there's something off about the alien race's sudden invasion, though I can't quite put my finger on what it is."

Old Long laughed and said, "They're already at our doorstep, what's the use in fretting over these things now?"

"That's also true. Right now, aside from going to war, we have no other choice. The Great Wall of Heaven cannot be breached, at least not now!"

The red-nosed old man sighed dejectedly. When he reached this point, he suddenly burst into curses, "Over these few hundred years, the Human Race has been regressing more and more. It seems that they have become too complacent, and it's our fault for guarding them too well, causing them to lose their sense of urgency. So, they have all become lax, and some have even started internal strife and infighting, these damn fools!"

"Let's not talk about it anymore. What's the use of mentioning these things now? Luckily, there's Ye Feng. Let's hope he can shoulder the responsibility from now on!" Old Long waved his hands dismissively, and just as he did, his expression suddenly changed, glancing covertly to the left.

At that moment, two figures, one old and one young, abruptly appeared on the left side of the Great Wall of Heaven, both cloaked in black robes and wearing hats that obscured their faces with a black veil, seemingly made of a special material that prevented others from probing.

"Father, he's over there," the younger of the black-robed figures transmitted his voice secretly. With so many people around, they had to communicate through secret technique voice transmission to avoid eavesdropping.

These two black-robed figures were none other than Mu Tian and Mu Rongtian.

Mu Rongtian only glanced at the thin old man with the big tobacco pipe on the Great Wall of Heaven before quickly withdrawing his gaze. His eyes remained incredibly calm, showing no hint of disturbance.

Mu Tian, on the other hand, was visibly more excited. He turned to look at the Demon Horn Tribe army that gathered outside the Great Wall of Heaven, and said in amazement, "The Demon Horn Tribe is truly powerful. Just their vanguard alone is enough to demand the full attention of our Human Race. If their main army were to press forth, the Human Realm would stand no chance against them."

Mu Rongtian was indifferent to all of this, and transmitted with a cold tone, "Take a good look at him. It might be the last time you see him."

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In fact, Mu Tian didn't have much sentiment towards the old man sitting on the Great Wall of Heaven. After all, his old man, Mu Tian, had left the Little Mountain Village before he was born, and he had never visited that so-called center of the Xuanyuan Nation's Martial Dao.

"It's just that I didn't expect, a Human Race leader, would just look like an ordinary old man. If placed in a secular farmhouse, he would fit in with other common old men without any difference," Mu Tian said with a sigh still.

Mu Rongtian laughed softly, "In fact, that is exactly where his impressiveness lies. Do not underestimate this old man. To be recognized as the Human Race leader, his methods are formidable. Alright, now that we've seen it, let's go."

Mu Tian asked, "Father, where are we going now?"

"Back to Earth, to Xuanyuan Nation!"

"Back to Xuanyuan Nation? What for?"

"To take care of a big matter!" Mu Rongtian was too lazy to explain further, and with a flicker of his form, he vanished into thin air.

Mu Tian had no choice but to quickly follow suit and disappear. These two figures that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and then vanished again went unnoticed by the surrounding people. After all, the area around the Great Wall of Heaven was far too crowded and chaotic, with all sorts of people present.

However, naturally, it couldn't escape Old Long's magical vision; otherwise, he wouldn't be fit to be the Human Race leader.

Only after the presence of Mu Rongtian and his companion had completely dissipated, did Old Long tap his pipe against his shoe, and then murmured to himself, "How many years has it been, and still, not a single change. Long Rongtian, oh Long Rongtian, do you really think I am unaware of your so-called plans and schemes?"

"You can't win against Ye Feng, because that young man wasn't chosen by me, but by that one from over two thousand years ago. You can't possibly contend with him!"