As the line slowly lit up, Chen Lin felt a weight lift from his heart.
As expected, predicting his own destiny was much easier. The line for his advancement to Dao Integration appeared readily, whereas manifesting Yang Zihua's had been so difficult despite her only advancing to Foundation Establishment. It seemed this talent ability was still far too strained when used on others.
Moreover, correcting her destiny just now had not been entirely without backlash. It had merely been much lighter than correcting her main destiny line; his talent origin had still been shaken.
That was only the obvious damage. Whether there was any hidden backlash, such as an effect on his future fortune, was difficult to say.
Soon, the line lit up completely.
But Chen Lin's expression turned extremely grim.
Like Yang Zihua's, this line had only half its length. He could not see the latter half at all!
Could it be that, in my current condition, I have no chance whatsoever of advancing to Dao Integration?
Chen Lin felt something was wrong. His preparations were already thorough; he should not have had no chance of success at all.
He immediately realized what had happened and silently mocked himself.
He really had blundered in his haste. To think that even with his state of mind, he could still make such a mistake.
What he had imagined just now was advancing to Dao Integration, not false Dao Integration.
A single word's difference had sent him a thousand miles astray.
His Dao art had not reached greater mastery at all, so naturally, he could not advance to true Dao Integration.
After calming himself, Chen Lin took out another Soul Steamed Bun and ate it. He began imagining the process again, including all the supporting measures he had prepared, the location for