Rise of the Otherworld.

After a brutal battle, Xuantian Sect welcomed a brief moment of peace. The smoke from the battlefield had not yet completely dissipated, like a thin gray veil, swaying slowly in the breeze. The air was filled with the smell of blood and exhaustion, the smell of death and struggle intertwined, heavy and oppressive.

Lin Yu immediately organized the disciples to rest and recuperate after the battle. His figure shuttled among the crowd, and although his voice was slightly tired, it was full of firm strength: "Everyone, hurry up and rescue the wounded first!" The injured disciples were carried back to the sect's medical clinic one after another. The doctors were busy, their figures shuttled back and forth in the room, their foreheads covered with beads of sweat, like dewdrops on lotus leaves in the morning, crystal clear and dense.

"Gently, gently!" a doctor shouted anxiously, his hands trembling as he carefully treated the wound. "This wound is too deep, quickly bring some hemostatic herbs!" The assistant beside him quickly handed over the necessary herbs, his eyes filled with tension and concern.

Li Yue personally led some disciples to clean up the battlefield and collect usable weapons and supplies. Her clothes were stained with blood and dust, but her eyes remained firm and focused.

"Put all these magical treasures in order; they might be useful later," Li Yue said, her voice a touch tired but filled with anticipation for the future. The disciples silently followed her instructions, their hands working ceaselessly as they sorted and organized the magical treasures and supplies one by one.

Zhang Hao was in charge of counting casualties. Looking at the long list, he felt a heavy heart. Every name on the list was once a living being, a brother who had fought alongside him.

"So many brothers have sacrificed..." Zhang Hao clenched his fists, tears glistening in his eyes. His body trembled slightly, as if he were enduring immense pain. "We must avenge them!" The disciples nearby fell silent, their faces filled with sorrow and anger.

In the sect, Lin Yu summoned the elders to discuss the follow-up matters. The atmosphere in the meeting room was serious and heavy.

"Although we have repelled the enemy this time, they will definitely not give up. We must speed up the reconstruction of the sect and the reinforcement of fortifications." Lin Yu said seriously, his eyes sweeping over the faces of each elder, hoping to get their support and advice.

An elder said, "Master, what you said is absolutely right, and we need to increase the number of disciples and strengthen training. This battle has made us see our own shortcomings, and we must improve our strength as soon as possible." His voice was low and powerful, revealing his concern for the future of the sect.

Another elder continued, "We should also strengthen our ties and cooperation with other sects to jointly resist external enemies. We cannot let Xuantian Sect face such a powerful enemy alone."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At the same time, in the disciples' residences, everyone was quietly recovering from their injuries and taking care of each other. The atmosphere was solemn yet full of warmth.

"Rest well and don't move around, or your wound will open up." A disciple said to his injured companion, his eyes filled with concern and worry. The injured disciple forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. When I recover, I'll fight with you all!"

After a period of hard work, Xuantian Sect gradually regained its vitality. Damaged buildings were repaired, and new fortifications were under construction. The recruitment of new disciples also proceeded in an orderly manner, with a group of promising young people joining the sect. Full of youthful vigor and vitality, they brought new hope to Xuantian Sect.

However, at this moment, news came that the enemy was planning a new round of attacks. This news was like a huge rock, once again weighing on the hearts of everyone in Xuantian Sect.

"Master, what should we do?" a disciple asked anxiously.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and said, "Don't panic, everyone. We are ready. This time, we must make sure the enemy has no chance of returning!"

The entire Xuantian Sect once again entered a tense state of preparation for war. They knew that a more brutal battle was about to begin.