Rise of the Otherworld.

After leaving the ruins, Lin Yu and his disciples found a quiet valley to rest. The warm sunshine fell on them, but it could not dispel the fatigue and fear deep in their hearts. A breeze blew gently through the valley, bringing a hint of fresh air, but this did not relieve the heaviness of their bodies and minds.

Lin Yu leaned against a large tree, closed his eyes, and recalled the scenes in the ruins. The terrifying evil spirits, the fierce battles, the moments of life and death, like a series of clear images flashed through his mind. This experience made him deeply aware of his own shortcomings and the importance of teamwork in facing crises. He knew that if everyone hadn't worked together, he would have been buried in the ruins long ago.

The disciples also found places to rest, some tending to their wounds, while others silently cultivated, trying to recover their depleted spiritual energy. Their expressions were solemn and exhausted, and although the wounds on their bodies had been simply treated, they were still shocking.

"Master, what should we do next?" Xiaoyaozi walked to Lin Yu and asked softly. There was a hint of confusion and worry in his voice, and his eyes were full of uncertainty about the future.

Lin Yu opened his eyes, looked at Xiaoyaozi, and said after thinking for a moment: "We need more powerful strength. We were lucky enough to escape this time, but we may not be so lucky next time." His eyes were firm and deep, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Then should we practice even harder?" Xiaoyaozi frowned, a hint of helplessness on his face. He knew the path of cultivation was difficult, but for survival, to avoid such dangers again, they had no choice.

Lin Yu nodded: "Not only do we need to practice, but we also need to look for more advanced skills and magic weapons. Only by constantly improving ourselves can we gain a foothold in this dangerous world." His voice was not loud, but it stirred waves in the hearts of every disciple.

At this moment, a disciple ran over and said, "Master, I found that a lot of our supplies were lost in the ruins. There is very little food and medicine left." His face was full of anxiety. The lack of supplies was undoubtedly making things worse for them.

Lin Yu frowned slightly: "Let's find some supplies nearby first." He stood up and began to lead his disciples to look for available resources in the valley.

They carefully searched every nook and cranny of the valley. Some disciples climbed trees to pick wild fruit, others searched the bushes for herbs, and still others searched for possible water sources between rocks. After much effort, they fortunately found some wild fruit and herbs. While not much, they temporarily alleviated the pressure of the shortage.

As night fell, by the campfire, Lin Yu looked at his exhausted disciples and vowed in his heart that he must lead them to become stronger and never let them fall into such a dangerous situation again. He knew that as the leader of the sect, he shouldered a heavy responsibility.

"Everyone have a good rest, we will continue our journey tomorrow." Lin Yu's voice was particularly clear in the silent night.

The disciples sat around the campfire, some had fallen asleep, while others stared at the campfire in a daze, thinking about their future.

The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the valley, Lin Yu and his disciples set out on their journey again. Their figures appeared resolute and persistent under the sunlight.

However, they didn't know that the road ahead was filled with unknowns and challenges. Steep mountains, mysterious ruins, and powerful enemies all awaited them. But their steps were unwavering, for they shared a common goal and belief.

Can they overcome all difficulties and achieve their goals?