Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu lay on the ground, his consciousness somewhat blurred, but the faith in his heart remained unextinguished. He tried hard to open his eyes, but the scene before him seemed to be separated by a hazy veil. The disciples surrounded him, their faces full of anxiety and helplessness. Their shouts echoed in Lin Yu's ears, but it seemed to come from far away.

"I can't give up like this!" Xiaoyaozi gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes filled with determination and resoluteness. He tried to get closer to the ball of light.

"Xiaoyaozi, don't be impulsive!" The other disciples shouted. Their voices were filled with fear and worry, afraid that Xiaoyaozi would encounter the same danger as Lin Yu.

Xiaoyaozi ignored them and walked towards the ball of light. His steps were heavy and slow, each one like a struggle against invisible resistance. Just as he was about to reach the ball of light, a powerful force pushed him back, and his body fell heavily to the ground like a fallen leaf.

"Damn it!" Xiaoyaozi roared, his voice filled with resentment. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm. When he got up again, his clothes were tattered and his body was covered with scars.

At this time, Lin Yu forced himself to sit up, his face as pale as paper, "Everyone calm down, let's think of a solution together." His voice was weak and hoarse, but it carried a reassuring power.

Everyone fell into deep thought, the atmosphere heavy with emotion. Everyone's brows were furrowed, their minds constantly recalling past experiences, trying to find a clue.

Suddenly, a disciple said, "Master, could it be that our method is wrong? Since this ball of light is the power of inheritance, it may require specific conditions to activate it." There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, but it was like a ray of light in the darkness.

Lin Yu's eyes lit up, "That makes sense. Let's recall our previous experiences and see if there are any clues." Hope rekindled in his eyes.

Everyone fell into deep thought. Time seemed to freeze, and only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the air.

"By the way, Sect Master, when we opened the ruins gate, didn't we inject runes with spiritual power in a specific order? Perhaps this ball of light requires a similar method," a disciple said. His face lit up with excitement, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Lin Yu nodded and said, "It's worth a try. Everyone, according to your respective spiritual power attributes, inject your spiritual power into the light ball in turn." Although his voice was weak, it was full of decisiveness.

Everyone followed Lin Yu's instructions and began to try. The first disciple took a deep breath and slowly injected his spiritual power into the light ball. When the spiritual power came into contact with the light ball, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the light ball did not react at all. The second and third disciples injected it in turn, their expressions tense and expectant, but still no change.

Just when everyone was about to lose confidence, it was Lin Yu's turn to inject spiritual power. The moment his spiritual power entered the ball of light, the ball of light trembled slightly.

"It works!" Everyone became excited, and the flame of hope rekindled in their eyes.

Then, the disciples continued to inject spiritual energy, and the trembling of the ball of light became more and more violent, and the light gradually stabilized. The light was no longer as violent and chaotic as before, but became soft and warm.

Finally, the ball of light stopped moving and slowly drifted towards the crowd. It was moving very slowly, as if it were a precious gift, gently landing in front of everyone.

"Success!" Everyone cheered. Their voices echoed through the ruins, filled with joy and excitement.

Within the ball of light, an ancient secret book and a mysterious magic weapon appeared. The cover of the secret book exuded an ancient aura, while the magic weapon shone with a mysterious light.

However, just as they were preparing to harvest, a strange sound was heard from the ruins. The sound was like a low roar, or like heavy footsteps, echoing in the empty ruins, making people shudder.

"What...what is this?" a disciple said tremblingly, the joy on his face was instantly replaced by fear.

Everyone's mood fell to the bottom again, and the hope that had just been ignited was overshadowed by the fear of the unknown.

Can they meet this new challenge?