But while such a thing might be possible in the Spirit World, in the Human World it was nothing more than a vain hope.
Across all Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, how many Lihe cultivators were there?
And to ask one to guard you, you had to trust them completely, because doing so was tantamount to placing your life in their hands.
Given cultivators' generally suspicious natures, unless they were from the same sect, no one else could be trusted at all.
Take Meng Ruyan, for example. The Five-Colored Fairy was her close boudoir friend, and Wang Tinglou had once lent his strength to help Horizon Sea Pavilion, yet had she not still refrained from seeking the two of them for aid?
She would rather take on more danger alone than place her life in someone else's hands.
Of course, that was not to say Fairy Ruyan was truly narrow-minded to such a degree. There was still one person she trusted completely.
Needless to say, that person was naturally Lin Xuan.
Unfortunately, after the battle on Yingzhou Island a hundred years ago, there had been no further news of her younger brother. Afterward, she had also worried anxiously and had summoned Liu Ying and Su Jiangchun, questioning the two women again and again about the scene of Lin Xuan's battle with the Corpse King, but she had come up utterly empty-handed, unable to understand where her younger brother had gone.
As for the other cultivators capable of blocking the Heavenly Tribulation, Meng Ruyan could not trust them, so she could only be a little more careful on her own.
After all, advancing and breaking through did not necessarily draw down that False Heavenly Tribulation. The key lay in whether one's control over the vitality of heaven and earth would go awry.