Disaster at the Door

"So, what you sought was freedom?" Kong asked.

"Yes!" This time, Yuan Ming did not hesitate, and his tone was quite resolute.

"To seek freedom—easier said than done. You carry the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron. Whether you wished it or not, sooner or later you would be swept into the conflict between the two realms. The Chuyun Realm was far weaker than the Demon Realm. Unless you could sit by and watch the Chuyun Realm perish, there could be no freedom for you," Kong said.

"Then we'll find a way to drive back the Demon Realm," Yuan Ming said calmly.

Kong stared at Yuan Ming in astonishment. After a long while, he burst into laughter. "It has been a long time since I heard such arrogant words. Who would have thought they would come from the mouth of a brat like you? Do you know what kind of existence the Demon Realm is? Before reaching the Mahayana Stage, you are not even qualified to stand before the Demon Realm. With your current circumstances and resources, the Dharma Aspect Stage bottleneck may not stop you, but the Mahayana Stage is an absolute chasm that reaches the heavens. Countless Dharma Aspect cultivators exhaust their entire lives without ever touching it. What confidence do you have that you can reach it? As for Body Cultivators and soul cultivators, their cultivation is even harder than that of Mana Cultivators."

"How would I know I can't unless I try?" Yuan Ming's tone barely fluctuated.

"I never expected Fellow Yuan to be so confident in yourself now. You are utterly different from before," Kong said, surprise appearing on his face.

"Yuan is indeed still far from becoming a Mahayana cultivator, but I still have plenty of lifespan left. I need only devote myself to cultivation. If ten thousand