Rise of the Otherworld.

When the light faded, Zhang Hao and the others found themselves in a strange space. All around them was a dreamlike scene, with vibrant, colorful clouds floating about. These clouds seemed as light as a cloud, yet held a mysterious luster, constantly shifting shapes and colors. Underfoot was a transparent crystal floor, offering a clear view of the deep void below, a boundless darkness that seemed capable of devouring the soul.

"Where is this?" the herbalist asked in fear, his voice filled with anxiety. His eyes were wide open and his body was shaking involuntarily like a frightened rabbit.

Zhang Hao frowned and observed his surroundings vigilantly, "No matter where we are, we must be careful." His eyes were sharp, like an eagle, and he would not miss any slight movement.

The old man looked solemn, "This place is full of unknown dangers, everyone must not take it lightly." He held the staff tightly in his hand, ready to deal with any crisis that might arise.

They advanced cautiously, each step filled with caution. Suddenly, a massive palace appeared before them. Its architecture was ancient and mysterious, its walls inlaid with a variety of exotic gemstones that shimmered like stars. The palace's gates were tall and imposing, exuding a solemn and awe-inspiring atmosphere.

"This palace looks unusual," the black-robed man said. His voice was low and cautious, and his eyes revealed a hint of curiosity.

As they approached the palace, the gate slowly opened, and a powerful suction force sucked them in. That force was like an invisible hand, making them unable to resist.

Entering the palace, they found it magnificent and filled with precious treasures. The dazzling pearls, gorgeous silks, and exquisite porcelain were a feast for the eyes. However, before they could take a closer look, a group of puppet guards rushed out.

These puppet guards were towering, like giants. Their bodies were crafted from metal, gleaming with a cold sheen, their joints crackling. They moved with lightning speed, wielding sharp weapons whose blades gleamed with a cold gleam.

Zhang Hao and his companions immediately entered combat mode. Zhang Hao swung his sword, its shadow flickering like a streak of silver lightning across the void. Each of his attacks was fierce and powerful, engaging the puppet guards in a fierce battle. Sweat streamed from his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it off, completely throwing himself into the battle.

The old man cast a powerful spell, sending beams of light shooting towards the puppet guards. Those beams were as bright as meteors, carrying immense power. He attempted to stop their attack, muttering something, the gemstone on his staff gleaming with dazzling light.

The black-robed figure, with his agility, weaved between the puppet guards. His figure was like a ghost, elusive, searching for their weaknesses. Each strike accurately struck the puppet guards' vital points.

Not to be outdone, the herbalist exploited the properties of the herbs to release a poisonous mist. The mist, green and pungent, spread and interfered with the puppet guards' movements, slowing them down and creating openings for their companions to attack.

After a hard fight, the puppet guards were finally defeated. Their bodies fell to the ground with a dull thud, and metal parts were scattered everywhere.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground tiredly.

"This is just the beginning. I don't know what's waiting for us next." Zhang Hao said with a hint of worry in his voice.

"But we can't retreat either," the old man responded.

Continuing to explore the palace, they discovered a mysterious tome deep within. It exuded an ancient aura, its cover inlaid with gems and runes.

Just as Zhang Hao was about to reach out to take it, the scroll suddenly released a powerful force, knocking him away.

"Be careful!" the old man shouted.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hao fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, a line of ancient words appeared on the scroll. Those words flashed with mysterious light, as if telling something.

"What does this mean?" The herbalist came over, looking confused.

Everyone fell into deep thought, trying to decipher the meaning of these words...