Rise of the Otherworld.

Supporting each other, they continued on their journey. After an unknown amount of time, they arrived at an ancient and mysterious ruin. Its gate, tightly closed, was inscribed with intricate runes and patterns, exuding a mysterious aura. The gate stood tall and majestic, as if speaking of the vicissitudes of time and its former glory. The runes on the gate seemed alive, flickering with a faint light that filled them with awe.

"Is this the place we're looking for?" the herbalist exclaimed in surprise. His eyes widened with curiosity and anticipation, his mouth slightly open, as if he was shocked by the sight before him.

Zhang Hao stepped forward and carefully observed the door. "It's very possible, but it seems difficult to open." His brows furrowed, his eyes intently wandering between the runes, trying to find a clue to open it. His fingers gently touched the runes, feeling the mysterious power contained within.

The old man stroked the runes on the door, pondered for a moment and said, "This may require a specific method or power to open it." His eyes were deep and solemn, as if he was thinking about something in the distant past.

The black-robed man was a little impatient. "Who cares? Just force it open!" he said, and was about to take action. He was impatient by nature, and faced with the current predicament, he only wanted to use the simplest and most brutal way to solve it.

"Wait!" Zhang Hao hurriedly stopped him, "This may trigger unknown dangers." His voice was urgent and firm, and he stretched out his hand to stop the man in black robe.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Zhang Hao suddenly found that the scroll in his hand was emitting a faint light. The light was soft and warm, and it was particularly eye-catching in this dim environment.

"Perhaps this scroll can help us." He brought the scroll close to the door. The light from the scroll echoed with the runes on the door, like old friends reuniting after a long separation.

As expected, the light from the scroll resonated with the runes on the door, and the gate slowly opened. A stale aura washed over us, carrying the weight of time and history. Everyone cautiously entered the ruins.

Inside, the light was dim, and various ancient artifacts were placed around. Some were broken, while others still shone with a mysterious light. The walls were painted with mysterious murals, vibrant in color, depicting ancient wars, mysterious rituals, and unknown creatures.

"What are these?" the herbalist looked around curiously. His eyes moved between the artifacts and murals, filled with a desire to explore the unknown.

While observing, Zhang Hao said, "I feel there is a huge secret hidden here." His voice was low and serious, and his heart was full of vigilance against the unknown.

Suddenly, the sound of a mechanism being activated rang out, and countless sharp arrows shot out from all directions. The sharp arrows made a sound of breaking through the wind, and instantly filled the entire space with a dangerous atmosphere.

"Be careful!" the old man shouted, his voice filled with tension and worry.

Everyone dodged, and the scene was in chaos. The man in black robe was accidentally hit by an arrow while dodging. "Damn it, this place is full of traps!" He cursed, an angry expression on his face.

Zhang Hao shouted, "Everyone, move closer and don't run around!" His voice was particularly clear in the chaos, bringing a sense of calm to everyone.

Under Zhang Hao's command, everyone finally managed to avoid the rain of arrows. But then, the ground began to shake, and huge traps appeared one after another. The traps were dark and deep, and no one knew what terrible things were hidden.

"This isn't going to end!" the herbalist cried bitterly. His face was covered in sweat and fear, and his body was shaking slightly with nervousness.

Zhang Hao said calmly: "Don't be afraid, we will definitely find a way out." His eyes were firm, and he kept observing the surrounding environment, looking for a safe path.

They carefully groped their way through the ruins, each step filled with caution. Zhang Hao walked in front, sword in hand, always ready to deal with any danger. The old man followed behind, using his staff to illuminate the surrounding darkness.

The man in black robe looked around cautiously as he walked, "This place is really weird. I wonder how many dangers are waiting for us."

The herbalist followed closely behind the group, "No matter what, we must be careful."

Suddenly, a gigantic mechanical monster emerged from the shadows, its body gleaming with metallic luster and its eyes flashing red.

"What is this thing!" everyone exclaimed.

The mechanical monster roared and rushed towards them...