Mei Niang, who had held her tongue for a long time, finally could not help herself. "Wang Quan, that place may offer benefits, but compared with the danger, they're hardly worth mentioning."
Wang Quan answered earnestly, "I know."
"But... I want to go in."
Mei Niang opened her mouth, then sighed. "I haven't received an invitation. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."
"And... even if I received one, I wouldn't go in."
Beside them, Ruo Jinghong frowned. "Why?"
Mei Niang drew a deep breath and suppressed her many thoughts. "I'm scared!"
"And I'm not the only one. Many of the cultivators who went in with us last time are scared too!"
"Some are willing to stay in the historical fragment, but more of them don't want to get involved."
"We're Dao Seal Cultivators. In the Real World, although we can't claim to summon the wind and rain, we can still throw our weight around, plague a region, and rule as local tyrants."
"As long as we don't die, we can climb step by step to the very top in the future, and even become immortals."
"But once we enter a historical fragment, many people will die."
"Even those with one-way passage can die, and die without a sound, without stirring a single ripple, before being forgotten by the world."
At those words, both Ruo Jinghong and Wang Quan fell silent.
Ruo Jinghong actually had similar thoughts, but they did not run as deep as Mei Niang's.
At this point, Mei Niang continued, "Last time, we followed Ying Jiaren and came back alive. But who dares guarantee we can come back alive this time?"
"Even if Ying Jiaren and Wang Quan both guaranteed it, I wouldn't dare believe them."
"The anchor points in historical fragments are simply too