Rise of the Otherworld.

After a thrilling and fierce battle, the Xuantian Sect finally repelled the attack of the mysterious organization. The battlefield was thick with smoke, and the acrid odor lingered in the air for a long time. The ground was in shambles, and broken swords and halberds were scattered everywhere, gleaming coldly in the setting sun. Blood gathered like streams, staining the ground beneath their feet red, forming shocking pools of blood.

Lin Yu and the mysterious man stood side by side in the ruins, looking at the exhausted but victorious disciples around them, with mixed feelings in their hearts. Their clothes were already tattered and bloodstained, and their faces were covered with traces of dust and gunpowder.

"Immediately organize people to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded." Lin Yu ordered in a hoarse voice. His voice was full of fatigue, but still firm and powerful. His eyes were bloodshot, revealing his concern for his disciples and his worries about the future.

The disciples sprang into action, their steps heavy but without complaint. Some busied themselves carrying the wounded, carefully loading them onto stretchers and taking them to the makeshift medical tents; others gathered scattered weapons and supplies, hoping to save some resources for the sect.

The mysterious man looked at the busy crowd, frowned slightly, and said to Lin Yu: "Although we won this time, Xuantianmen also suffered heavy losses and needs to rest well. I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover in a short time." His voice was low and solemn, as if he was thinking about some profound issues.

Lin Yu nodded heavily, his facial muscles twitching slightly, and said: "Yes, if it weren't for the help of the seniors and the power of the sect's treasure, Xuantianmen would probably no longer exist. This is a tragic victory, and the price we paid is too high." His eyes swept over the injured disciples, his heart full of guilt and self-blame.

Inside the makeshift tents, wounded disciples lay on simple beds, their groans of pain echoing. Doctors busily moved about, their foreheads beaded with sweat. Herbs and bandages in hand, they frantically examined and treated the wounded. Some disciples, with minor injuries, received simple bandages and, despite the pain, resolutely returned to the work of clearing the battlefield.

Lin Yu personally visited each of the injured, his steps heavy and slow. Every time he reached a bed, he would hold the injured's hand and gently comfort them to take good care of their injuries. His eyes were full of concern and guilt, and he said: "It is I, Lin Yu, who have let you all down and caused you to suffer. But please believe that Xuantian Sect will not forget your efforts. As long as we unite, we will surely be able to revive the sect."

At the same time, the elders of the sect gathered together in a dim room to discuss subsequent developments.

"This mysterious organization will not give up easily. We must be fully prepared," an elder said worriedly. His face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes revealed deep worry.

Another elder echoed, "That's right. We need to strengthen our defenses and increase the speed of our disciples' cultivation. We can no longer passively take a beating; we must take the initiative." His tone was firm, his fists clenched tightly.

"But our resources are limited. How can we achieve this in a short period of time?" a young elder raised his question.

Everyone fell into deep thought, and the room was completely silent. After a while, an elderly elder slowly spoke, "We can seek support from the surrounding sects and unite to fight against the mysterious organization. At the same time, we must also tap into the potential within our sect and inspire the disciples' fighting spirit."

"Well, this method is feasible. But we also have to be careful about the intentions of other sects. After all, in this chaotic world, people's hearts are unpredictable." Another elder reminded.

Everyone expressed their opinions, and after a heated discussion, they ultimately decided to use this time to focus resources on training potential disciples, while also sending out spies to investigate the mysterious organization's movements. They also actively communicated with surrounding sects to explore potential collaborations.

After several days of hard work, the battlefield was finally cleared. The blood-stained land was reclaimed, and damaged buildings were gradually repaired. The Xuantian Sect gradually returned to its former order, and the disciples began to return to their cultivation. But everyone knew that this was only a temporary calm, and greater dangers might lie ahead. They must remain vigilant and continuously improve their strength to survive in this ever-changing world.