Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao and the herbalist followed the old man in silence. Their steps were heavy, each one raising a cloud of dust. A gentle breeze from the valley brought a touch of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in their hearts. Their hearts were filled with doubts and concerns about the unknown, but the peaceful aura emanating from the old man gave them a sense of peace.

After walking for a long time, the old man stopped before a quiet valley. The valley before him was surrounded by lush trees, and a clear stream meandered through it, gurgling with the sound of flowing water. A light mist filled the valley, making the entire valley look like a dream.

"It's safe here for now. You can rest for a while," the old man said. His voice was gentle and steady, as if the tranquility of the valley could heal all wounds.

Zhang Hao and the herbalist sat down as instructed, breathing heavily. Their bodies were already exhausted, and sweat soaked their clothes, leaving patches of water on the ground.

"Senior, why did you appear there to save us?" Zhang Hao finally couldn't help but ask. His eyes were full of curiosity and gratitude, and there was a slight tremor in his voice.

The old man smiled faintly, his gaze deep into the distance. There, rolling mountains, stained golden by the setting sun. "Everything is fate. That mysterious man has committed many evil deeds. I have been tracking him, but I didn't expect to meet you." The old man's voice was as gentle and soothing as the breeze in the valley.

The herbalist looked grateful and said, "If it weren't for the senior, we would have lost our lives long ago." Tears flashed in his eyes, and he was still frightened when he thought of the thrilling scene before.

The old man waved his hand gently and said, "You're welcome. But this continent is full of dangers, so you have to be careful." There was a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he saw more difficulties and obstacles in the future.

Zhang Hao nodded and said, "Senior, we have encountered many dangers in this valley and we don’t know what to do." His brows were furrowed, and his heart was full of confusion.

The old man pondered for a moment, "This valley hides many secrets and opportunities, but it also comes with countless dangers. If you want to survive, you must constantly improve your strength." His eyes fell on Zhang Hao and the herbalist, full of anticipation.

As he spoke, the old man pulled out two ancient books from his bosom and handed them to them. The covers of the ancient books were already yellowed, exuding an ancient atmosphere, as if carrying endless wisdom and power.

"These two secret books, one is a method of cultivation, and the other is martial arts. I hope they will be of help to you." The old man's voice was full of solemnity.

Zhang Hao and the herbalist took the ancient book, their eyes filled with excitement as if they had found a treasure. They gently stroked the cover of the ancient book, feeling the mysterious power contained within.

"Thank you, senior!" they said in unison, their voices full of determination.

The old man looked at them, a hint of relief in his eyes, "However, the path of cultivation is difficult, you must have firm faith and unyielding perseverance." His voice echoed in the valley, as if it was a spur to them.

Zhang Hao said solemnly: "Don't worry, senior, we will work hard to practice and live up to your high expectations." There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he had already seen his future growth.

Under the old man's guidance, Zhang Hao and the herbalist began their diligent training. Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the valley, they would meditate and cultivate their inner cultivation, feeling the spiritual energy between heaven and earth converge within them. In the afternoon, they would practice martial arts in the valley, striving for precision in every movement and power in every attack.

As the days passed, their strength gradually improved. Zhang Hao's swordsmanship became more and more powerful, and every swing of his sword could bring about a strong wind. The herbalists also became more agile and moved freely in the valley.

However, the peaceful days did not last long. One day, a violent earthquake suddenly shook the valley. Trees swayed, rocks rolled down, and the stream became turbulent.

"Oh no, something big might happen!" Zhang Hao exclaimed.

The herbalist turned pale. "What's going on?"

At this time, the old man appeared in front of them and said, "The seal in this valley seems to be loosening. I'm afraid a powerful monster is about to be born."

Zhang Hao clenched the sword in his hand, "Senior, what should we do?"

The old man's eyes were firm, "Prepare for battle and protect this valley!"

Zhang Hao and the herbalist exchanged glances, their eyes filled with determination...