After shouting for quite a while without any response, Qin Yang woke up helplessly.
Honestly, if he could contact the reclusive Dream Master, why would he need to go through so much trouble?
Back when he was in the World of the Dead, he could contact people in the Great Wilderness through the Dream Master's territory. Naturally, he could now make contact in reverse as well.
But that was precisely where the problem lay. If he wanted to make the call, he first had to go through the Dream Master, through her territory.
That was a place under the Dream Master's absolute control, suspended between existence and nonexistence. No one could do anything to her there. It was undoubtedly the most perfect place for shutting oneself away under heaven and earth.
The Dream Master had already found him rather irritating. Back then, she had no choice but to pinch her nose and open a gate for him. Now that he was alive again and his true body could no longer cross over, she was probably grinning from ear to ear.
After waking up, Qin Yang had no regrets. He had only been taking a swing anyway, whether there were dates on the branch or not.
In any case, he had long realized that finding even one normal person among the Twelve Masters was probably rather difficult.
Now, he would see whether this new idea could be realized.
With Twelve, and with ghosts now able to be properly delivered from suffering, if it could be accomplished, he might not need to work so hard anymore.
In the World of the Dead, the cowardly Ghost King followed behind members of the Dao Sect with downcast brows and submissive eyes, traveling through what had once been the ancient era.
Within the endless