Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone rushed desperately towards the door that shone with mysterious light. Behind them, the temple continued to collapse, stones tumbled, and dust rose up in the sky. The entire space was filled with the aura of destruction, and people felt immense fear and despair.

Zhang Hao led the way. Despite his injuries, his stride was firm and swift. Each step was filled with resolute courage, as if nothing could stop him. "Everyone, follow!" he shouted, his voice remarkably clear in the clamor, full of strength and encouragement.

The black-robed figure followed closely behind, panting, the magic light flickering in his hands, ready to respond to any emergency. His eyes were tense and focused, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

The old man dragged the herbalist and the woman along, running with difficulty, his steps stumbling. His face was covered in sweat, his breathing was rapid, but his hands were always tightly holding the herbalist and the woman, refusing to let go even a little.

"Hold on!" Zhang Hao's voice echoed through the chaos, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone. His voice was like a beacon in the darkness, calming everyone's hearts a little.

Finally, they arrived at the door. It shone with a strange, soft, mysterious light, making it impossible to discern what lay within. It was as if the door led to an unknown world, filled with endless uncertainty and danger.

"What's behind this door?" the herbalist asked nervously, his voice trembling with fear of the unknown.

"I can't worry about that anymore, let's go in first!" Zhang Hao said, and stepped into the door first. His figure was instantly swallowed by the light and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The others followed suit and walked into the mysterious light without hesitation.

After entering the door, they found themselves in a strange space, surrounded by a faint mist, with no clear boundaries. It was eerily quiet here, with only the sound of their footsteps and breathing echoing in the air.

"Where is this?" The woman hugged her arms tightly in fear. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with helplessness and fear.

Zhang Hao walked forward cautiously, holding the sword tightly in his hand. With every step, he observed his surroundings vigilantly, fearing that any danger would suddenly appear.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, gradually becoming clearer. It was an old man in a white robe, his hair and beard as white as snow, and the wrinkles on his face told of the vicissitudes of life.

"It's an old man!" the black-robed man said in surprise, his voice tinged with doubt and caution.

The old man had a kind face and a deep gaze. His eyes seemed to see through everything, leaving no one unseen. "You're finally here." His voice seemed to come from far away, carrying an ethereal quality.

"Who are you?" Zhang Hao asked cautiously. He raised his sword slightly, pointing it at the old man, ready to fight at any time.

The old man smiled, a smile that was like a spring breeze, bringing warmth to everyone. "I am the guardian of this temple." His voice was calm and gentle, making everyone relax.

"Guardian? Then can you tell us what secrets are here?" Zhang Hao pressed on. His eyes were filled with eagerness and desire, hoping to get an answer from the old man.

The old man said slowly: "A powerful evil force is sealed here, and the monster you just defeated is only a part of it." His voice became heavy, as if he was telling a terrible story.

Everyone's faces changed drastically after hearing this. They had originally thought that defeating the monster would be the end, but they didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

"What should we do? Is there an even more powerful monster?" the herbalist asked in fear. His voice was almost tearful, and his heart was filled with despair.

The old man nodded and said, "But as long as you can find the magic weapon to seal the evil power, there is still hope." He looked at everyone with a firm gaze, giving them a little courage.

"Where is the magic weapon?" Zhang Hao asked anxiously. His eyes were full of determination. No matter how difficult it was, he would find the magic weapon and prevent the release of the evil power.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to a mountain in the distance, "At the top of that mountain." The mountain was towering into the clouds, shrouded in mist, giving people a feeling that it was out of reach.

Everyone looked at the mountain in the distance, their hearts filled with anxiety. The mountain was steep and dangerous, full of unknown dangers, but they knew that this was their only hope...