Rise of the Otherworld.

The battlefield, after the battle, lay in a dead silence and devastation. The setting sun, a blood-red hue, shone across the devastated landscape, adding a touch of desolation. Disciples from the Zhenwang Sect and Qingyun Sect began clearing the battlefield, their steps heavy and slow, as if each one carried an immense sorrow. As they gathered the bodies of their comrades, their hands trembled, tears welling in their eyes, yet they fought to hold them back.

Lin Yu looked at the devastation on the ground, feeling a mixture of emotions. The mountains in the distance looked particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were also mourning for this tragic battle. "Tang Feng, count our casualties and the loss of supplies within the sect." He ordered in a low voice, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with deep fatigue and pain.

Tang Feng took the order and left. His figure shuttled through the ruins, his face solemn and sad. Not long after, he came back with a heavy expression, his steps a little staggering. "Master, in this battle, we lost many outstanding disciples, and there are very few supplies left." His voice trembled, and he did not dare to look directly into Lin Yu's eyes.

Lin Yu took a deep breath, as if to suppress all the grief in his heart. "First, bury the sacrificed disciples properly and give them the honor they deserve." His eyes were firm and resolute, as if to declare to everyone that the Zhenwang Sect would not be defeated by this disaster.

A solemn funeral was held within the True King Sect. White banners fluttered in the wind, emitting a mournful sound. The surviving disciples, dressed in plain clothing, silently bid farewell to their fallen comrade. Their eyes were filled with sorrow and nostalgia.

"They are all heroes who sacrificed their lives for the peace of the sect. We must remember them and make the True King Sect even stronger." Lin Yu said at the funeral, his voice trembling slightly. His eyes swept over the tombstones of each sacrificed disciple, and he secretly vowed in his heart that he would restore the True King Sect to its former glory.

At the same time, Qingyun Sect was also busy reorganizing itself. The woman who fought alongside Lin Yu was named Su Yao. After returning to Qingyun Sect, she reported the situation of the battle to the Sect Leader.

The head of the sect sat in the hall with a serious expression. "The True King Sect has suffered heavy losses. Should we increase our aid to them?" Su Yao asked, her eyes full of concern.

The headmaster pondered for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair. "The True King Sect and we share a common bond, so we should help. Send disciples to deliver supplies and elixirs." His voice was firm and powerful.

When the aid from Qingyun Sect arrived, everyone in Zhenwang Sect was filled with gratitude. Boxes of supplies and precious elixirs were brought into the sect, and Lin Yu personally welcomed them.

"Master Lin, if you have any difficulties in the future, please feel free to speak up." Su Yao said with a sincere smile on her face.

Lin Yu clasped his fists in thanks and said, "I will always remember this kindness in my heart." Tears flashed in his eyes. He felt warmed by this timely help.

In the days that followed, the Zhenwang Sect began the arduous task of rebuilding. The disciples diligently cultivated, improving their strength. Every day, they could be seen diligently training in the martial arts arena. Lin Yu personally guided them, imparting combat experience and cultivation insights. His voice was stern yet caring, and every movement was demonstrated with precise precision.

A strong man skilled in boxing had grasped a new essence in this battle. Alone in the mountains, he practiced his technique. Every punch he threw was accompanied by a whirring sound, as if tearing the very air before him. Sweat soaked his clothes, but he remained oblivious, completely absorbed in his practice, his strength increasing dramatically.

The magician and the boy with strange agility are also constantly striving to break through. The magician studies ancient magic manuals in a secret chamber, trying to develop even more powerful spells. The boy with strange agility practices his agility on the edge of a cliff, repeatedly challenging his own limits. Even if he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss, but he never retreats.

Zhao Yu led a group of disciples, responsible for repairing the sect and rebuilding its fortifications. They carried stones and wood, their hands blistered, but no one complained. Thanks to their efforts, the sect's buildings gradually returned to their original state, and the fortifications became even stronger.

After a period of hard work, the Zhenwang Sect gradually regained its former vitality. The houses were renovated and the disciples' faces were filled with smiles.

However, at this moment, some uneasy news came from the world.

It is said that a mysterious force, with its stealthy movements and powerful strength, is secretly watching from the shadows. This force intends to launch another attack while the Zhenwang Sect has not yet fully recovered.

Can the Zhenwang Sect resist the foreign enemies again? The future is full of unknowns and challenges.