The crowd had split apart.
Some feared the Gods and Devils, worshipping them.
Some detested the Gods and Devils, following the Dao Sect.
Even in later ages, such things still happened.
So the seeds had been buried today.
Xu Changqing took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Then he lifted his foot and walked toward the Dao Ancestor.
The crowd dispersed, and the burly man went off to have his wounds treated as well.
Beside the stone platform, the Dao Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
Xu Changqing stepped forward and respectfully bowed. "Dao Ancestor!"
The Dao Ancestor gave a slight nod. "What is it?"
"That move just now..."
Xu Changqing carefully chose his words. "This disciple boldly asks for guidance. What spell was that move?"
Hearing this, the Dao Ancestor's lips curved slightly. "That was not a spell."
Xu Changqing's heart skipped a beat. "Not a spell?"
"I call it..."
The Dao Ancestor paused, then said seriously, "A divine ability!"
"Hiss!"
The moment those words were spoken, Xu Changqing's scalp went numb.
Though he had already been certain of the answer, hearing the Dao Ancestor say those two words with his own ears felt entirely different.
In later ages,
everyone knew of divine abilities.
Cultivators could all wield divine abilities.
But few had ever considered where divine abilities came from.
Now, he knew!
The Dao Ancestor looked at the expression on the person before him and said meaningfully, "It will be dark soon. These mortals still need to be settled."
Xu Changqing came back to himself, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.
He asked no more questions. After bowing, he turned and left.
Night fell swiftly.
Nights in the Primordial Era were far darker than those of