Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu endured the pain and approached the stone platform to carefully identify the small words. The words were carved very small and blurred, as if they had been eroded by a long time, and the edges had become a little blurred.

"This seems to be an ancient text..." Lin Yu muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, his eyes almost touching the stone platform. His eyes were focused and anxious, trying to decipher the key information from the vague strokes.

His eyes were bloodshot from intense concentration, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, splashing onto the stone platform. Each drop of sweat seemed to reflect his inner anxiety, as he knew that the fate of everyone might depend on these illegible words.

"Master, can you understand?" A disciple who was less seriously injured crawled over and asked with difficulty. His voice was weak and full of expectation, and his eyes were full of trust and dependence on Lin Yu.

Lin Yu did not answer, still concentrating on staring at the small characters, his mind constantly searching for the records of ancient characters he had seen in ancient books. Those memories were like treasures buried deep in his heart, and at this moment he was trying hard to dig and piece them together.

Time ticked by, and silence reigned supreme, broken only by the heavy breathing of the crowd and the occasional groan of the wounded. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, as if condensed into a solid mass.

Suddenly, Lin Yu's eyes lit up, "I think I understand!" There was a hint of uncontrollable excitement and excitement in his voice.

"These small words mention that to break this restriction, we need to integrate our own spiritual power with our state of mind and guide the infusion of spiritual power with a pure heart." Lin Yu said. Although his voice was slightly hoarse due to fatigue, it was full of determination and hope.

Everyone looked at each other, bewildered, clearly unsure of what to do. Their eyes were filled with confusion and unease, as they felt they had no idea where to begin with such an abstract request.

"Everyone, listen to me. Put aside all distracting thoughts and imagine your spiritual power flowing slowly into this restriction like a clear stream." Lin Yu tried to explain in simple terms. His voice was calm and gentle, trying to soothe everyone's emotions.

The disciples closed their eyes and tried to follow Lin Yu's instructions. They tried to calm their breathing and clear their minds of distracting thoughts. Some frowned, obviously still struggling; others gradually relaxed, their faces showing a hint of peace.

Lin Yu took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and approached the ancient book again. He slowly stretched out his hands and released his spiritual power. The spiritual power was like a faint light, lingering at his fingertips. At the same time, he tried to maintain his inner peace and purity, imagining his mind as a tranquil lake, without a single ripple.

Gradually, the light on the ancient book no longer resisted so strongly, as if it felt the sincerity of Lin Yu and others. The light became softer and resonated with Lin Yu's spiritual power.

"There is hope. Let's keep working hard!" Lin Yu encouraged. His voice echoed in the silent space, injecting new strength into everyone.

Just when everyone thought they were about to succeed, a dark force surged from the depths of the ancient book. Like black smoke, it instantly spread, carrying a cold and evil aura.

"What is this?" a disciple shouted in horror.

Lin Yu's heart sank, "Everyone be careful, don't be affected by this power!"

The dark force tried to erode people's hearts and minds, plunging them into fear and chaos.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth and fought hard against the invasion of this dark force. His body trembled slightly, but his eyes remained firm.

The disciples are also working hard to maintain inner clarity and not allow dark forces to take advantage.

Can they resist this dark force, finally break the ban and obtain the ancient book?