Beye Danjin Sacred Tome

Jiang Feng tried several times. At first, he grabbed with his bare hands; later, he used the artifact shuttle to conjure attacks. Yet none of them could so much as shake the invisible barrier formed by the book spirit of the Beye Danjin Sacred Tome.

That seemingly fragile, invisible barrier was like a wall of bronze and iron, keeping all of his attacks outside.

Behind the barrier, the book spirit pointed at Jiang Feng with its stubby fingers, clutching its smooth, round belly with the other hand as it laughed wildly.

Helpless, Jiang Feng gave up attacking.

He had finally found a tome, only to lack the ability to even hold it in his hands and take a look.

Now he truly understood just how dangerous this divine hall was. The spirit of a mere book was already beyond his ability to shake. The creatures in the divine hall's rear garden were surely even less something he could contend with.

"Hmm..." Jiang Feng suddenly thought of something and slapped his forehead.

"Kid, look at this." Jiang Feng called out to the book spirit.

The book spirit stopped laughing and looked curiously at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng pointed to the mark between his brows and asked, "You should know what this is, right?"

The book spirit withdrew the barrier and flew curiously before Jiang Feng. "This is... this seems to be the Divine Lord's mark."

Jiang Feng grinned. "That's right, this is your Divine Lord's mark. Look, I've already gained your Divine Lord's recognition, so let me take a look at the contents of your book."

The book spirit frowned slightly, bit its finger, and tilted its head as it scrutinized the mark on Jiang Feng's brow, seemingly lost in thought.

"No!"

After thinking it over, the book spirit still refused