No liquid had dissolved out? Could it be that after a thousand years, it had condensed into a crystal block?
I was shocked. If it was a crystal block, then things would be much more troublesome. After all, no one knew how far the sixth level extended. Judging from how the fifth level could nearly fill an entire cauldron, its capacity was at least equivalent to having another cauldron beneath it! And how large was the back mountain? It was so large that even the imperial harem could nearly fill several of them, let alone the space from the first to the fourth levels. That was terrifying.
Following the pattern of the sixth level being fuller than the fifth, the sixth level was probably only larger—it absolutely would not be smaller. After all, the greater the buffer at the very front, the more crowded it became toward the back. That was the only way to resolve the problem and quickly fill the space above.
The only solution left was for everyone to go down and inspect the situation, while Fan Tiansheng watched over the opening of the seventh level. As for the sixth level, it had already been agreed that Mu Zhongping would deal with it, so he was the only one who could handle it.
Mu Zhongping hesitated for a moment, then looked toward the three sect masters. Sun Zanlin's face was ashen, but he soon seemed to think of something. He clapped his hands, then blew a whistle.
Soon afterward, the area he was looking toward immediately filled with a swath of red clouds. To my surprise, footsteps that made people uncomfortable began to approach. They rustled softly, and although I could sense ghostly energy from far away, it was pitifully weak—probably no stronger than a spirit ghost.