Fusing the True Self Dao with the Great Dao would bring on a Dao Tribulation. This was no place to attempt it; he could wait until after he left.
Chen Lin put away the Sword Scabbard, then stowed the shrunken Divine Snail Shell beside him and turned toward the Holy Pagoda.
"Congratulations on bringing your Dao Art to full mastery, Daoist Lin!"
A figure soon came speeding over, calling out in a clear voice.
"Heh, you must be joking, Fellow Daoist Yang. I'm a Dao Integration Practitioner, yet I've only just brought my Dao Art to full mastery. I'd be fortunate if my peers didn't laugh at me. What is there to congratulate?"
Chen Lin glanced at Yang Qianxing as he floated down to the ground and spoke with a smile.
Yang Qianxing smiled as well. "I don't know about anyone else, but you went from early Void Refinement to a Dao Integration Practitioner in barely a hundred years, Daoist Lin. Even if that speed isn't unprecedented and never to be surpassed, it's enough to look down proudly upon all your rivals. It certainly deserves congratulations."
He added, "Besides, advancing to Dao Integration without fully mastering your Dao Art is extraordinary in itself. I can only admit my inferiority."
Rather than pursue the subject, Chen Lin looked at him and asked, "You seem to be in a good mood, Fellow Daoist Yang. Has something changed over at the Holy Pagoda?"
"Heh, you really do have sharp eyes, Daoist Lin. But it isn't the Holy Pagoda that's changed. Someone came through the Light Gate, and I came specifically to let you know."
"Really?"
Chen Lin was briefly stunned, then overjoyed.
Beyond the dark willows and bright blossoms, another village had truly appeared. Just as he was worrying over how to leave,