Rise of the Otherworld.

Around the previously stable core, strange runes and patterns began to emerge, and mysterious rays of light appeared on the walls. "What is this?" the herbalist asked in horror. His voice was particularly abrupt in the silent space, trembling with a noticeable tremor, as if he had been terrified by this sudden change.

The old man observed these changes carefully, his expression growing serious. "I'm afraid there are still unknown trials waiting for us." His gaze fixed on the runes, his brow furrowed, the wrinkles carved by time now appearing even more profound. His deep eyes revealed a hint of worry, as if a great crisis lay hidden behind these mysterious runes.

Zhang Hao supported the little girl, letting her rest on the side. "No matter what, we have to find a way to deal with it." His eyes were firm. Having experienced so much hardship, he was no longer easily intimidated by difficulties. His voice was steady and powerful, bringing a sense of reassurance to everyone. However, the hand holding his sword was slightly sweaty, indicating that his inner peace was not as calm as he appeared.

The woman gazed at the mysterious lights, lost in thought. "These runes and the light seem to follow some kind of pattern." Her gaze shifted back and forth between the runes and the light, trying to grasp the subtle connection hidden within. Her beautiful face was now filled with concentration, and fine lines appeared on her forehead from the thought.

The black-robed figure stepped forward. "Perhaps we need to trigger them in a specific order." His voice remained cold, but his eyes flickered with thought. He folded his arms across his chest, seemingly composed, yet secretly pondering a strategy.

Everyone began to carefully study the runes and the light, trying to find the secrets within. Their eyes shuttled between the wall and the core, not missing any subtle changes.

Although the little girl was tired, she still forced herself to speak: "I feel like they are telling a story." Her voice was weak but clear, attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at the little girl, hoping she could provide more clues.

The little girl continued, "It seems to be about the origin of this space and the formation of its core." She tried hard to recall everything she felt, and her little face turned red with effort.

Following the little girl's prompt, everyone focused more intently on the study, their voices echoing in the empty space as they discussed in low voices.

After some effort, the old man seemed to have discovered something, "I think the arrangement of these runes is similar to some ancient formation." There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

Zhang Hao asked, "Then how do we break this formation?" His eyes were full of anticipation, and he eagerly hoped that the old man could give a feasible solution.

The old man pondered for a moment, "We need to find the center of the formation, and then activate it with a specific power." He swept his eyes over the runes again, trying to determine the location of the center of the formation.

Everyone began to search for clues to the array's core, carefully examining every wall and every corner, leaving no trace.

The herbalist found a unique stone slab in the corner, "Could this stone slab be the eye of the formation?" There was a hint of uncertainty and expectation in his voice.

Everyone gathered around and carefully examined the stone slab. Carved on it were some more complex runes, which seemed to be alive, slowly flowing on the stone slab.

The woman tried to touch the stone slab with her magical power, but there was no response. "Perhaps not." There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Maybe our approach is wrong." Zhang Hao said.

Just when everyone was confused, the little girl pointed to a small spot on the stone slab and said, "It seems a little different here." Although her voice was not loud, it cheered everyone up.

Zhang Hao carefully touched the small spot with his sword. In an instant, the rune on the stone slab glowed brightly...