At the sight of this, Xu Changqing's mind buzzed.
The divine ability River-Splitting Water-Dividing.
He knew it all too well.
In later ages, cultivators of the Heavenly Origin Realm could awaken divine abilities as long as they broke through to the Golden Core Realm.
The more Spiritual Roots they possessed, the more divine abilities they could awaken.
Back then, he had possessed a Five-Element Spirit Root and awakened Five-Colored Divine Radiance, Myriad Insect Matriarch's Nest, Summon Wind and Rain, and Myriad Mechanisms, Myriad Transformations in one breath. Later, he had added Shrinking the Earth to Inches.
With five divine abilities at his side, he had practically strode sideways among those of the same realm.
But that had been in later ages.
Later ages had Spiritual Roots, laws, and a complete cultivation system.
But this was the Primordial Era.
There were no so-called Spiritual Roots. The spiritual energy was mixed with lingering traces of Gods and Devils and demons, and even cultivation techniques were exceedingly primitive.
Among the Dao Sect's three thousand disciples, those who could summon wind and rain relied not on any spell, but on that faint trace of Gods and Devils bloodline within them.
Pure "humans," aside from being physically strong and enjoying longer lives, had almost no methods worth displaying.
But that finger of the Dao Ancestor's just now had been neither a spell nor an innate bloodline gift.
It had been a divine ability!
At this moment, Xu Changqing's heart pounded rapidly.
A bold thought surfaced in his mind.
Could it be that this era did not need Spiritual Roots or laws to master divine abilities?
If that was truly the case, the Dao Ancestor must possess some kind of method.
Ask. He had to ask.
He absolutely had to get the answer.
Transforming