Rise of the Otherworld.

After successfully defeating the massive black shadow, everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The air around them was filled with the smoke and bloody smell of battle. The ground was littered with black marks left by the dissipated black shadow and the messy footprints left by the people fighting.

Zhang Hao gazed at the gradually calming valley, his vigilance unwavering. His clothes were tattered, his exposed skin covered in wounds of varying depths, blood and dust mingling. But he forced himself to stand, his gaze firm and sharp, as he surveyed his surroundings.

The woman leaned against a rock, her beautiful face looking utterly haggard, her once fair skin stained with sweat and dust, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks in a mess. But her eyes remained firm, revealing an unyielding will.

The herbalist's clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with wounds, some of which were still bleeding. But he had a smile on his face, one that showed he had survived a disaster, a smile that was filled with a hint of simplicity and satisfaction.

The old man sat on the ground, eyes closed, silently adjusting his breathing. His brows furrowed slightly, the wrinkles on his face became deeper, and each breath seemed particularly heavy.

The black-robed man was pale, and the excessive consumption of his magic power made him look very weak. His body was trembling slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Just then, Zhang Hao spotted a faint doorway on the nearby mountain wall. It seemed to have grown naturally from the mountain wall, blending seamlessly with the surrounding rock. Strange symbols and patterns were engraved on the doorway, and those symbols glowed faintly, like mysterious eyes gazing at them.

"Everyone, look, what's that?" Zhang Hao pointed at the door and said, with a hint of surprise and confusion in his voice.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the door. With every step they took, they could feel a mysterious power emanating from the door.

"Could this be the legendary entrance to the ruins?" the woman asked in surprise, her eyes wide open, filled with curiosity and anticipation.

The old man stepped forward and carefully examined the symbols on the door. His fingers gently touched the symbols, sensing the power within them. "These symbols seem to hold some powerful force," he said in a low, solemn voice.

The herbalist couldn't help but reach out to touch the door. "What's behind this door?" His voice was full of desire and adventurous impulse.

Just as his hand was about to touch the door, a powerful force pushed him back. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice anxious and nervous.

The man in black robe frowned, "This door is under a powerful restriction and cannot be touched easily." His voice was weak but clear.

Everyone fell into deep thought, wondering how to open this mysterious door. The atmosphere became extremely solemn, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

"Perhaps we can find a clue from these symbols," the woman suggested. Her eyes fell on the symbols on the door again, trying to find some pattern.

So, everyone began to carefully study the symbols on the door. The symbols varied in form, some resembling ancient texts, others like mysterious patterns, leaving everyone baffled. As time passed, they still had no clue.

Zhang Hao became more and more anxious. "If we can't open this door, we might be trapped here." There was a hint of despair in his voice.

Just when everyone was feeling hopeless, the old man suddenly discovered a pattern hidden in a corner. The pattern was so tiny that it could not be seen without careful observation.

"Perhaps this is the key!" the old man said excitedly, his voice trembling with excitement.

Everyone gathered around, following the old man's instructions and unleashing their respective abilities. The woman waved her hands, releasing a dazzling display of magical light; the herbalist gripped a wooden stick tightly, pouring all his strength into it; the black-robed figure once again mobilized his dwindling magic power; Zhang Hao gripped his sword, ready to respond to any danger; the old man muttered something, his fingers drawing mysterious lines in the air.

The symbol on the door began to glow, the light growing stronger and stronger, illuminating the entire valley. The door slowly opened a crack, and a powerful force surged out from within, enveloping everyone.

"Everyone be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly.

Everyone huddled together, resisting the impact of this force. The light gradually dimmed, and the scene inside the door gradually became clearer.

An ancient and mysterious passage appeared before them, filled with a faint mist, and the end was unclear...