To be fair, after the surprise passed, Qin Yang thought about it. What was there for him to be surprised about? Of the Twelve Masters, two and a half were women—not even half the sky. If anything, there were too few.
People often clung to fixed notions, always thinking that women were somewhat weaker than men. But was there not the saying that women could yield nothing to men?
Among the others in the Twelve Masters, at most one or two probably knew Dream Master's true form.
She cultivated the Great Dream True Scripture and entered the Dao through dreams. By that reckoning, she was even more elusive than an illusionist. Her true form had never appeared, so there was really nothing strange about it.
Back when he had encountered that Dream Master in the Sea of Thoughts, she had been bent on dying and waiting for him to deliver her salvation. She had probably regarded him as nothing more than a tool.
Judging from the current situation, his salvation could indeed allow the dead to skip over many procedures directly within the World of the Dead.
The entire World of the Dead had been set by all living beings. Before the World of the Dead had even appeared, someone had already established certain things, turning them into matters everyone tacitly accepted.
Thus, whether the World of the Dead appeared or not had little impact on the preparations they had made.
But Qin Yang did not really care much about that. From the looks of things, the World of the Dead seemed extraordinarily vast. He could not possibly monopolize everything. What he wanted, he already had. As for how things developed afterward, who would seize what benefits—he could not stop them, nor did he intend to.
His talk of fighting