Qin Yang felt somewhat wistful. Back when he had first heard of these great figures, he had thought every one of them was a dragon among men and a phoenix among women, eloquent and peerless, flawless templates in every respect.
But as time passed and he saw more, he discovered that these so-called great figures did not seem as perfect as he had imagined.
The Puppet Master had become an idiot, the Incense Master had died young, the Feng Shui Master seemed trapped in shackles, the Dream Master could apparently only squat in the Dream Realm, and judging from the Heavenly Demon Codex, the Music Master had probably gone mad...
Now, the only ones who could still barely maintain the image of unfathomable great figures through imagination were those who had never surfaced and whom he had never met.
Simply put, his imagination was basically the same as the emperor's golden hoe.
So, seeing that this Shepherd Master looked like a one-armed old shepherd struggling through a hard life was not all that surprising.
Qin Yang sighed softly and scattered the stray thoughts in his heart.
This brief meeting only strengthened one thought in Qin Yang's heart: he should tell no one about the plan to replicate the heavens and complete the Great Deduction. Only he himself should know.
Every additional person who knew would introduce a new variable into the deduction. If he himself was that variable, it was still within his control. Add one more, and that might not be the case.
The days that followed became routine.
He worked at the Rebirth Department, refined the plan in the Dream Realm, and used the ever-increasing number of Dead Spirits who had obtained the Dream Transmission Technique to gather intelligence—though this was intelligence from the lower and middle levels.