Rise of the Otherworld.

Led by the woman, the group headed towards the temple deep in the forest. Along the way, the trees grew denser and thicker, and thorns grew thicker, greatly hindering their progress. The ground beneath their feet was damp and soft, and every step felt like sinking into a quagmire.

"Everyone, be careful. The road here is difficult." Zhang Hao led the way, his sword slicing through the branches blocking his path. His movements were skillful and decisive, the blade slicing through the air with a swish. Sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking his clothes, but his eyes remained firm.

The man in black robe followed behind, observing his surroundings vigilantly, "I wonder what will be waiting for us in the temple." His voice was low and cautious, and he held the magic weapon tightly in his hands, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

The old man panted and said, "No matter what, we must be careful." His steps were a little unsteady, but the determination revealed in his eyes remained unchanged.

The herbalist supported the woman as they walked with difficulty. The woman's face was still filled with fear and her body was trembling slightly.

After a long journey, they finally found an ancient temple. Its walls were covered in moss, and the traces of time were clearly visible on every stone. The closed gate exuded a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, as if telling an ancient story.

Zhang Hao walked forward and gently pushed the door, "It seems that this door cannot be opened." He frowned slightly and increased the strength of his hands, but the door still did not move.

"Let me try." The black-robed figure cast a spell, and a beam of light shot towards the gate. The light was dazzling, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. However, the gate remained unmoved, and the light dissipated the moment it touched the gate.

"It seems it's not that simple." The old man stepped forward and carefully examined the patterns and symbols on the gate. His eyes narrowed into slits, and his fingers gently touched the ancient marks, lost in thought.

"This seems to be some kind of seal," he said. His voice was particularly clear and solemn in the silent temple.

The herbalist said anxiously, "What should we do? We can't just go back like this." His face was full of anxiety and his eyes swept back and forth among the crowd.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the woman suddenly said, "I remember the old people in the village said that to open this door, you need a specific formula." Her voice was a little trembling, but it brought a glimmer of hope to everyone.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and Zhang Hao hurriedly asked, "Girl, do you still remember the formula?" His eyes were full of anticipation, and he stared at the woman closely.

The woman tried to recall, then said slowly, "It seems to be 'the sun, moon, stars, the chaos of heaven and earth, the door of the temple, opened for me.'" Her voice was a little uncertain, but it was their only clue at the moment.

Zhang Hao repeated the formula the woman had given him, and miraculously, the door slowly opened, and a stale smell wafted in. The smell was mixed with the smell of dust and decay, making him cough uncontrollably.

The crowd cautiously entered the temple. The interior was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through cracks in the roof, creating shafts of light. Ancient statues stood around, their faces blurred but radiating a solemn aura. The walls were covered in mysterious murals, their colors faded, but a glimpse of their former glory could still be seen.

"These murals seem to be telling a story," Zhang Hao said as he looked at the murals. His eyes were drawn to them, and he tried to decipher their meaning.

Just as they were about to study the murals carefully, a low roar suddenly rang out from within the temple. The sound seemed to come from deep underground, carrying with it endless anger and majesty.

"What's that sound?" The herbalist was so frightened that his face turned pale. He stepped back involuntarily and almost fell to the ground.

"Everyone, be careful!" the black-robed man shouted. His voice echoed loudly in the empty temple.

From the darkness emerged a massive monster, its body the size of a mountain, its eyes gleaming red. Its skin was as rough as rock, covered in sharp thorns. With every step, the ground trembled.

"What...what kind of monster is this?" the woman screamed in horror.

Zhang Hao gripped the sword tightly in his hand, "Don't be afraid, we will deal with it together!" His voice was firm and powerful, giving everyone a little courage.

The old man waved his staff, and a beam of light shot towards the monster, "Let's test its strength first!"

The monster roared and waved its claws, scattering the light.

Seeing this, the man in black robe cast a powerful spell, and fire, ice, and lightning intertwined together to attack the monster.

The monster was not afraid and rushed towards the spell...