Hell Difficulty

"Why wasn't the Weak Water flowing down the stairs, into the first floor?"

Green Bamboo stood atop a display case and craned his neck to look. The Weak Water had been blocked by an invisible wall at the stairway entrance, rather than pouring down to the first floor.

"The first and second floors are two separate spaces. Don't be deceived by what you see." Alicia explained with a grave expression.

"I know, I know." Green Bamboo replied irritably. He was merely venting his emotions.

Green Bamboo was more panicked than anyone else, because Yuanshi Tianzun had seen through stargazing that he would be swallowed by the black current and die in this crisis.

The five stood atop the display cases and looked down. The water was slowly rising, already knee-deep. Fortunately, the exhibition hall was spacious enough that the water level was rising slowly.

Huang Taiji straightened his back and surveyed the exhibition hall as though calculating something. Then he focused on the Jade Pure Vase for a moment before reaching a conclusion.

"We have thirty to forty minutes."

"Godfather, you're an academic genius too?" Zhang Yuanqing, a college student, asked in surprise.

Huang Taiji nodded steadily. "My education level is higher than yours."

Hearing that they still had a fair amount of time, Alicia relaxed slightly before raising her voice to ask:

"How do we deal with the Weak Water?"

As a Saint from the First District, Weak Water was outside her area of knowledge.

"We need scale wood!" Zhang Yuanqing did not hide the information. "Only scale wood can float atop Weak Water. There's no other way. Movement techniques will fail the moment they attempt to cross it, and even spirit bodies can't drift over it."

"Scale wood?" Green Bamboo thought for several seconds, and his expression turned