Rise of the Otherworld.

After returning to the True King Sect, Lin Yu immediately summoned all the disciples. The wide square was densely packed with disciples of the True King Sect, and their eyes were focused on Lin Yu on the high platform. Lin Yu stood tall and straight, his face serious. His voice echoed in the square, clear and powerful: "My fellow disciples, our True King Sect is now facing an unprecedented crisis. But fortunately, we have received guidance from a mysterious person. From today on, everyone must follow the new training plan and not slack off in the slightest! This is a matter of life and death for our sect, and we must go all out!"

For a moment, everyone's hearts were filled with fear of the unknown, and a strong fighting spirit was ignited. Their eyes were firm, and they responded to Lin Yu's call in unison.

Tang Feng took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of supervising his disciples' training. On the training grounds, sweat poured down like rain, and the disciples' shouts echoed one after another. Tang Feng moved among the crowd, constantly correcting their movements and shouting, "Push! Focus! Don't think this little hardship is too much. Think about our sect and our mission!" His voice was hoarse, but still full of power.

A magician, along with some of her disciples skilled in magic, immersing themselves in a quiet chamber in the study of ancient texts left behind by a mysterious individual. The text within was ancient and obscure, each symbol seeming to conceal endless mysteries. The magician, her brow furrowed, gently waved her staff, attempting to decipher the profound secrets within.

"This section of the spell seems to be related to the operation of spiritual power, but it is not exactly the same." A disciple raised his doubts.

The magician pondered for a moment and said, "Thinking about it more carefully, combined with our previous magical knowledge, we may be able to find a breakthrough."

Lin Yu himself, day and night, was flipping through ancient volumes in the library. The yellowed pages were turning rapidly in his hands, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still focused and persistent.

As the days passed, the disciples were practicing hard. Everyone was exhausted and out of breath, but no one complained and no one backed down.

However, the new cultivation method was not without its challenges. Some disciples, eager for quick results, became obsessed. A young disciple suddenly collapsed to the ground, convulsing, sending panicked disciples around him.

"Quick! Carry him to the treatment room!" Tang Feng rushed over and gave orders loudly.

Fortunately, he was found and rescued in time. After regaining consciousness, the disciple said with a guilty look on his face: "Master, I was too impatient and almost caused a disaster."

Lin Yu warned everyone seriously: "Remember, practice should be steady and steady, don't rush! What we want is real strength improvement, not a momentary impulse."

At the same time, the search within the sect was progressing slowly, with almost no valuable discoveries.

"Are we really going in the wrong direction?" the magic woman said tiredly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Lin Yu frowned and paced in the empty room: "Look carefully, there must be something we overlooked. Every corner, every brick and stone must not be missed."

Just when everyone was feeling anxious, news came from outside that several nearby villages were attacked by unknown forces, causing heavy casualties.

"Could it be that evil organization?" Tang Feng asked worriedly, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

Lin Yu clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white: "Whether it is true or not, we have to go and see. We can't let innocent people suffer. Get ready and set off immediately!"

Can the people of Zhenwang Sect find a breakthrough in their predicament?