Rise of the Otherworld.

Enveloped by the warm light, their exhausted bodies gradually regained vitality, and their wounds miraculously healed. Zhang Hao stood up, feeling this miraculous power coursing through his body, his eyes filled with awe and confusion. His clothes, illuminated by the light, shimmered faintly at the torn edges, as if imbued with new life.

"What kind of power is this?" the woman whispered softly, her face filled with disbelief. She extended her slender fingers and gently touched the light. The light danced around her fingertips like a spirit. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and surprise, and her pale face now flushed from the light's nourishment.

The herbalist stretched his limbs and said excitedly, "No matter what, we're saved!" His voice was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster, and the previous fear and fatigue were swept away. He jumped a few times on the spot, feeling his body full of new strength, and a bright smile spread across his face.

The old man gazed into the depths of the light, musing, "Perhaps this is a gift from heaven." His gaze was deep and distant, as if he could see through the light to the hidden mysteries behind it. He stroked his beard and nodded slightly, secretly speculating about this sudden miracle.

The black-robed figure closed his eyes, seemingly trying to grasp the mysteries of the light. His brow furrowed, his whole being immersed in the exploration of this mysterious power. His staff, illuminated by the light, its gem-encrusted portion shone with a strange radiance, creating a stark contrast to his black robe.

As everyone was immersed in this marvelous transformation, the light gradually condensed into a shimmering ball of light. Like a living object, the ball of light slowly pulsed and radiated a captivating light. It slowly drifted towards Zhang Hao and stopped in front of him.

Zhang Hao subconsciously extended his hand. The ball of light touched his palm, instantly transforming into a stream of light and merging into his body. Instantly, countless images and information flooded Zhang Hao's mind. He saw mysterious runes glimmering in ancient ruins, these runes imbued with powerful power; he saw mysterious spells blooming in the void like brilliant fireworks; he also saw unknown worlds, where strange creatures and magnificent scenery abounded.

"This is..." Zhang Hao squeezed his eyes shut, trying to digest this sudden knowledge. His body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His breathing became rapid, as if he was under immense pressure.

Everyone stared at him nervously, not daring to breathe. The woman clasped her hands tightly together, placing them over her chest, silently praying for Zhang Hao. The herbalist stared at Zhang Hao with wide eyes, unblinking, afraid to miss a single detail. The old man, hands behind his back, stared solemnly, pondering the meaning behind all this.

After a long moment, Zhang Hao slowly opened his eyes, a look of enlightenment in them. "This is a legacy, the secrets and power of this mysterious land," Zhang Hao's voice tinged with excitement. His eyes grew firm and confident, as if he had found his way forward.

The woman asked anxiously, "Can that help us leave here?" Her eyes were full of anticipation, and her hands unconsciously grabbed the corner of Zhang Hao's clothes.

Zhang Hao nodded: "Not only that, maybe it can make us stronger." He swept his eyes over the crowd and gave everyone an encouraging smile.

However, at this moment, the surroundings shifted once again. The previously peaceful cave began to shake violently, cracks appearing on the stone walls. Debris fell, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"Oh no! This place is going to collapse!" the herbalist exclaimed. His face turned pale instantly and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Everyone, follow me!" Zhang Hao, relying on the inherited knowledge he had just acquired, led the group in one direction. His steps were firm and swift, and he brandished his sword in front of him, clearing a path for them.

They ran desperately in the shaking cave, rocks constantly falling from above. The woman accidentally fell, and the old man quickly helped her up. "Be careful!" the old man shouted.

The black-robed man, exhausted, gradually fell behind. "Don't stop!" Zhang Hao shouted. He turned around, grabbed the black-robed man, and ran forward together.

Finally, they saw a glimmer of light ahead, which was the direction of the exit. Everyone was overjoyed and quickened their pace.

Just as they were about to reach the exit, a huge rock fell from the sky, blocking their way.

"What should I do?" the herbalist shouted in despair.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, push it away together!"

Everyone worked together, exerting all their strength. The stone slowly moved, and finally a gap was opened.

One by one, they squeezed out of the gap and left the cave that was about to collapse...