Rise of the Otherworld.

The Zhenwang Sect was thrown into a state of heightened tension by the mysterious spy, and the entire sect was on high alert. Every inch of the land seemed to be filled with tension, and everyone's breathing became rapid and involuntary.

Tang Feng and his disciples searched the sect's perimeter for a long time, but found nothing. His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, his mind a tangled mess of doubts, unable to make sense of them. "Who is this mysterious person? Why is he so elusive?" Tang Feng's brow furrowed in confusion. His sharp gaze swept across the surrounding forest, not missing a single suspicious sign. Every swaying tree, every protruding rock, he scrutinized again and again.

Lin Yu stood high up in the sect, gazing into the distance and taking in the surroundings. The rolling mountain range seemed particularly dark in the night, as if hiding countless unknown dangers and secrets. The cold wind blew, rustling his clothes, but it couldn't dispel the heavy haze in his heart. "Could it be that the Shadow Sect can no longer hold back and is preparing to attack again?" He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with deep worry. That worry was like a heavy yoke, pressing down on his heart, making him feel even more pressured.

At the same time, several dark figures gathered in a hidden cave near the True King Sect. A gloomy atmosphere permeated the cave. Several torches flickered, their dim light illuminating their faces, making them appear particularly hideous and terrifying.

"Hmph, the True King Sect has beefed up their defenses this time. Looks like we'll have to take a long-term approach," one of the shadowy figures said. His voice was deep and hoarse, like the roar of a demon from the depths of hell, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

"What are you afraid of? If our plan succeeds, the True King Sect will be destroyed!" another dark figure said fiercely. His eyes gleamed with madness, like a blazing fire, blazing and dangerous. In his hand, he clutched a sharp dagger, the blade gleaming with an icy cold light in the firelight, as if speaking of a threat of death.

It turned out that these shadowy figures were lurkers from the Shadow Gate, stealthily approaching the True King Sect under cover of night, seeking a flaw. Like venomous snakes in the darkness, they silently approached their prey, meticulously plotting a vicious conspiracy to deliver a fatal blow to the True King Sect and completely destroy it.

Within the True King Sect, the disciples' training was even more arduous. On the martial arts field, cheers resounded, and sweat poured down like rain. Every disciple was striving to improve their strength, their eyes filled with determination and resolve.

A young disciple, impatience leading to his cultivation, nearly went astray. His aura was turbulent, his internal energy surging through his meridians like a wild horse, and his face flushed crimson, as if bleeding. "Calm down, don't rush," a nearby senior disciple hurriedly warned. His voice was urgent yet steady. He grasped the young disciple's shoulders and channeled a gentle, rich internal energy into him, helping to steady his mind and regulate his chaotic aura.

"I want to improve my strength quickly and contribute to the sect," the young disciple said, panting. His eyes were firm. Despite the danger he had just experienced, his determination to fight for the sect remained undimmed. That resolute gaze was like a burning torch, illuminating his inner determination.

Lin Yu and the elders were also constantly discussing countermeasures and researching new defensive formations and techniques. In the meeting room, the atmosphere was so solemn that it was almost suffocating.

"We must uncover the Shadow Gate's conspiracy and not remain passive," Lin Yu said. His gaze was as firm as iron, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing in the quiet hall. "Increase intelligence gathering and send more disciples out to investigate," an elder suggested. His expression was serious, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to express his worry.

As the days passed, the Zhenwang Sect seemed calm, yet beneath the surface lay a turbulent undercurrent. Every subtle change could foreshadow the coming of a storm. The rustling of the treetops in the breeze, the occasional bird calls and animal roars at night, were all terrifying.

What exactly are the Shadow Gate's lurkers planning? Are they secretly sabotaging the True King Sect's defenses, or preparing a surprise attack from within? Will they be able to successfully breach the True King Sect's defenses? Can the True King Sect detect and mitigate the crisis before it happens? Everything remains uncertain, like a road shrouded in fog, leaving no one navigating the situation.