Rise of the Otherworld.

After the mysterious old man's departure, the Zhen Wang Sect began its intensive post-war reconstruction. The sect, once devastated, was now filled with the hope and sweat of reconstruction.

Lin Yu organized his disciples to clear the battlefield and collect the remains of their companions. That day, the sky was overcast, as if in mourning for the fallen. The disciples carefully carried each body to the back mountain, their eyes filled with sorrow and determination. A solemn funeral was held for the fallen disciples. White paper money fell like snow, and mournful music echoed through the mountains.

Tang Feng led a group of disciples repairing damaged buildings. They toiled, sweat dripping from their backs, carrying stones and wood, yet they never complained. Tang Feng's clothes were already drenched with sweat, his hands covered in blisters, but he gritted his teeth and struggled to lift a massive wooden beam. "Everyone, work hard. Let's restore the sect to its former glory as soon as possible!" His voice was hoarse but powerful.

The sorceress used her magic to purify the land polluted by blood. She waved her staff with both hands and chanted something. As her magic was cast, soft rays of light spread across the earth. The land, once stained by blood, gradually regained its vitality. Green grass grew again and flowers bloomed.

A sturdy man skilled in boxing joined other disciples in strengthening the sect's defenses, digging trenches and setting traps around the gate. Bare-chested, his muscles bulging, he swung his shovel with unwavering force. "This time, we must ensure the enemy's return!" he roared.

Zhao Yu was busy calculating the sect's losses and remaining resources, planning for future development. His desk was piled high with ledgers and lists, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he remained focused on calculating every piece of data.

The young man with strange movements was in charge of patrolling to ensure the safety of the sect. He moved swiftly through the sect, not missing any suspicious corners.

After a period of hard work, the Zhenwang Sect gradually returned to its former state. The collapsed houses were rebuilt, the damaged roads were repaired, and the sect was full of vitality and vigor. However, Lin Yu still had a hidden worry in his heart.

The origin of the mysterious old man is unknown. Although he helped this time, will his appearance bring more unknown troubles? Will the escaped enemy troops come back? These questions are like a shadow hanging over Lin Yu's heart.

"Master, the disciples have been a little worried in recent days." Tang Feng found Lin Yu and said solemnly. His face was still tired, and his eyes revealed deep worry.

Lin Yu frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"

Tang Feng sighed, "Everyone is afraid that the enemy will attack again. After all, although we were victorious this time, we were also severely damaged. Many disciples were injured in the battle and have not yet fully recovered. Moreover, our resources have been greatly depleted."

Lin Yu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Tell everyone, don't panic too much. We must be prepared, but we can't be timid because of this. The Zhenwang Sect has experienced so many ups and downs and will not be defeated easily."

At this moment, the patrol boy rushed over. His steps were hurried and his breathing was rapid. "Master, this is bad. A group of strangers have come outside the sect with unknown intentions."

Lin Yu's heart tightened, "Let's go and take a look."

Arriving at the sect gate, they saw a group of people standing there in strange costumes. Their clothes were colorful and embroidered with mysterious runes, completely different from the usual sect costumes.

"Who are you?" Lin Yu asked cautiously. His hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to deal with possible danger at any time.

The leader stepped forward. He was tall and handsome, his eyes shone with mystery. "We've heard of the heroic deeds of the True King Sect and have come to visit you," his voice was gentle and magnetic.

Lin Yu was puzzled. Were they friends or enemies? He carefully observed the expressions and movements of these people, trying to find clues from them. "Visiting? What can you do for me?" Lin Yu's voice was still full of vigilance.

The leader smiled slightly, "Master, don't be nervous. We mean no harm. We simply admire the True King Sect's performance in this battle and would like to discuss this with you."

Lin Yu pondered for a moment, "In that case, please come in." But he did not relax his vigilance.

What kind of opportunities or challenges will the arrival of these strangers bring to the Zhenwang Sect?