Rise of the Otherworld.

The True King Sect gathered together, carefully examining the mysterious letter and token found on the black shadow. The afternoon sun shone through the windows, but it couldn't dispel the heavy atmosphere that permeated the air.

Lin Yu held the letter, his brow furrowed. The words on the letter twisted like snakes, as if deliberately hiding some secret. His eyes were fixed on the obscure characters, trying to decipher useful information from them. "This seems to be an ancient secret language. We need to find someone who is proficient in this to help." His voice was low and full of worry, and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

Tang Feng looked at the token. The pattern on it was complex and mysterious, with lines intertwined to form a confusing shape. "Master, I've never seen this pattern before. I don't know what it represents." His eyes were filled with confusion. He turned the token over and over in his hands, trying to find clues from different angles.

The magic woman thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps we can go back to the sect first and look up ancient books. Maybe we can find a clue." There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes, but her brows were still slightly furrowed, showing her inner uneasiness.

Lin Yu nodded in agreement. "Okay, let's go back to the sect first. This matter must not be made public." His voice was decisive and resolute, as if injecting a shot of adrenaline into everyone.

Everyone returned to the Zhenwang Sect without stopping. The buildings within the sect were still solemn and majestic, but at this moment, everyone's heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Lin Yu immediately summoned several elders from the sect to study these clues together. Several elders sat around a huge sandalwood table with letters and tokens on it.

An elder read the letter, his eyes focused and penetrating, as if he were trying to see the truth behind the words. Suddenly, he said, "The style of this writing is a bit like the legendary Dark Clan." His voice trembled slightly, with a subtle hint of fear.

"The Dark Clan?" Everyone was surprised, and a low cry of surprise suddenly sounded in the room.

"It is said that the Dark Clan possesses evil powers and has always attempted to rule the world. But they have disappeared for a long time. Are they going to reappear in the world?" The elder said worriedly, his face full of deep wrinkles, and each wrinkle seemed to express worry about the unknown.

Just as everyone was lost in thought, another elder holding the token said, "I seem to have seen this pattern in an ancient atlas. It seems to be related to a mysterious organization. But I need to think about it again to know what it is specifically." His eyes were a little confused, and he tried hard to search for relevant information in the depths of his memory.

Lin Yu looked serious, his eyes sweeping over everyone's face, "No matter what, we must figure out the meaning of these clues as soon as possible and be prepared to deal with them. If it is really the Dark Clan or some mysterious evil organization manipulating behind the scenes, then we will face a huge crisis." His voice was firm and powerful, bringing a touch of courage and determination to everyone.

Everyone nodded and began to act separately. Some elders went to the Sutra Library to browse ancient books, while others talked with the disciples, trying to find clues from their observations.

Time passed minute by minute, night gradually fell, and the sect was brightly lit.

"Found it!" an elder shouted excitedly, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand. "It records a similar pattern. It's the symbol of an evil organization called the Shadow Cult."

Everyone gathered around immediately, their eyes full of anticipation.

Can the Zhenwang clan unravel the secrets behind these clues?