Rise of the Otherworld.

After the battle, the Zhenwang Sect was filled with a dead silence and sorrow. The setting sun, a blood-red hue, shone across the war-torn land, adding a touch of desolation. The surviving disciples silently cleaned up the battlefield, collecting the remains of their comrades, exhaustion and sorrow written across their faces. Their eyes were empty and lost, as if their souls had been deeply wounded by this brutal battle.

Lin Yu looked at the devastated sect, feeling as if a huge rock weighed down his heart, making it almost impossible to breathe. The once majestic and magnificent buildings were now reduced to ruins, and many familiar faces had disappeared forever in this catastrophe. But he knew that he could not fall down at this moment. The True King Sect still needed him to lead it into the future. He took a deep breath and secretly vowed to make the True King Sect rise again.

"Tang Feng, arrange for people to take care of the wounded and make sure they get the best treatment." Lin Yu said in a low voice. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of it was firm and unquestionable determination.

Tang Feng took the order and left, his steps heavy but firm. His eyes were filled with concern for the injured. He quickly gathered a group of disciples, set up a temporary medical tent, carefully carried the wounded inside, and began the intensive and orderly treatment work.

The magician and the sturdy boxer took the initiative to patrol the area, guarding against further enemy attacks. They moved around the sect, vigilantly observing the surroundings. The magician gripped her staff, ready to unleash a spell at any moment; the boxer's muscles tensed, his fists clenched, his gaze blazing.

Zhao Yu and the uncanny boy were busy tallying the sect's losses and sorting out the remaining resources. Zhao Yu's brow furrowed as he quickly wrote down the numbers, his heart growing heavier with each passing number. The uncanny boy, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth between the various warehouses, meticulously checking every item.

In this difficult time, the disciples of the True King Sect are closely united, supporting each other and facing difficulties together. They all have a common belief in their hearts, which is to make the True King Sect revitalized.

However, rebuilding the sect required a vast amount of resources, and the True King Sect was already stretched thin. The elixirs in the warehouse were dwindling, most of the magic weapons had been damaged in battle, and the spirit stones needed for cultivation were extremely scarce.

Just when everyone was at their wit's end, the mysterious old man who had aided them in the battle reappeared. His figure, like a ghost, quietly appeared in the square of the Zhenwang Sect.

"Young friends, don't lose heart," the old man said with a smile. His voice was gentle and kind, as if carrying an invisible force that eased everyone's anxiety a little.

Lin Yu hurried forward and said respectfully: "Thank you for your help last time, senior. I wonder if you have any advice for me this time?" His eyes were full of anticipation and gratitude.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "I see that your sect is loyal and brave, and I am willing to lend you a helping hand. I know a treasure trove that may be able to solve your urgent needs." His eyes were full of sincerity and concern.

When everyone heard this, hope ignited in their eyes. The originally dead atmosphere was instantly broken, and everyone seemed to see a ray of light in the darkness.

"Senior, I will never forget your kindness, Zhenwangzong." Lin Yu said excitedly.

"Let's set off without delay," said the old man.

Under the guidance of the old man, the members of the True King Sect set out on a treasure hunt. Along the way, they passed through dense jungles, climbed over steep mountains, and encountered various dangerous traps and powerful monsters.

In a foggy valley, countless sharp spikes suddenly popped out from the ground. If the young man with strange movements had not noticed it in time and reminded everyone, many disciples would probably have been injured.

In an ancient cave, a massive two-headed python blocked their path. From its mouth, it spewed a poisonous mist that made the people dizzy. The sorcerer, unleashing powerful spells, engaged the python in a fierce confrontation. Not to be outdone, the sturdy man, skilled in boxing, took advantage of the magic to rush the python and engage it in close combat.

After a hard fight, they finally defeated the two-headed python and continued to move forward.

Finally, they found the treasure.

It was a secret room hidden deep in the cave, filled with precious medicinal pills, rare magic weapons, and a large amount of cultivation resources. Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and excitement.

With these resources, can the Zhenwang Sect successfully complete its reconstruction and regain its former glory? Everything remains unknown.