As his mind sank into it, Qin Fengming was rendered utterly speechless when he found that within the divine sense restriction, he could not sense the slightest trace of talismanic patterns or incantations. This made it impossible for him to inspect the formation in the least by relying on the method Ancestor Daoyan had taught him.
With no other choice, he could only abandon the idea and begin examining the many treasures floating above the pool.
This divine sense formation was indeed incredibly profound. There were more than three or four hundred Great Cultivators present, all sinking their minds into it, yet within the formation, Qin Fengming could not sense the divine sense of any other cultivator.
He could only see the precious treasures floating above the pool.
He slowly withdrew his divine sense, and this time, he encountered not the slightest obstruction before returning it to his body. It turned out that the more urgently one acted and the more fiercely one resisted, the stronger that force binding the divine sense became.
Looking at the golden token in his hand, he saw that it was covered in fine, dense patterns. When he touched it, he only felt an extremely ancient and weathered aura filling it.
After closing his eyes and pondering, he stroked the token in his hand again and focused on sensing it. Suddenly, he felt that the weathered aura on the token had vanished, while the previously sealed patterns on its surface had also lost their texture beneath his fingers.
At this sudden discovery, Qin Fengming could not help being utterly astonished.
Through the layer of yellow light, he carefully examined the token, and the doubt in his eyes grew deeper. This token had absolutely been refined less than a thousand years ago and should be an