Rise of the Otherworld.

The shouts of the crowd echoed in this space full of illusions. Their will was as solid as a rock and was not shaken by the illusions at all.

Zhang Hao's roar seemed to carry boundless power, shattering those mocking enemies one by one, turning them into nothingness. His eyes no longer held a trace of hesitation, only determination to forge ahead. Each roar was like thunder, shaking the entire space slightly. He clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat streaming down his cheeks, yet he was oblivious.

The woman's strength gradually silenced the voices that despised her. Her posture grew taller, emanating an inviolable dignity. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed firmly into the distance, as if to tell those who had once despised her that her value was not determined by a single gem. Her long hair fluttered in the wind like a banner, demonstrating her unyielding will.

The old man's confidence dispelled the younger scholars who had challenged his research, and a calm and composed expression reappeared on his face. He gently stroked his beard, smiled, and shook his head. The doubts and denials of the past were now like a passing cloud in his mind. His eyes gleamed with wisdom, a depth and open-mindedness honed over the years.

The herbalist's courage slowly dispelled the ghosts of the patients who had accused him. His eyes were filled with awe for life and hope for the future. He took a deep breath, as if absorbing all his fear and anxiety into his stomach, transforming them into strength. His hands trembled slightly with excitement, but his gaze remained steadfast.

The black-robed figure's ruthlessness instantly shattered the phantoms of his bullies. His aura grew deeper, like a king rising from the darkness. His black robe fluttered in the wind, like wings in the night, carrying him ever higher into the sky. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. The betrayals and bullying he had endured were no longer worth mentioning.

The little girl's courage dispelled the shadows of loneliness and fear, and her smile blossomed again, like a blooming flower. She leaped and danced joyfully, her laughter as clear and melodious as a silver bell. Her eyes sparkled with hope, a vision and longing for a better future.

The core voice sounded again: "I am impressed by your faith. You have passed the test." The voice was full of satisfaction and praise, like a spring breeze, warming everyone's hearts.

As the words fell, the illusion vanished, and the surroundings returned to normal. The core's light became warm and peaceful, slowly merging into everyone's bodies. Like a gentle mother's hand, it gently caressed every inch of their skin, every cell.

Everyone felt a powerful yet gentle force coursing through their bodies, their fatigue swept away, their wounds instantly healed, and their bodies filled with vitality, as if they had been reborn.

Zhang Hao stretched his body, feeling the newfound strength. "We did it!" his voice was filled with joy and excitement. His face was filled with a bright smile, the joy of victory after going through so much hardship.

The woman smiled and said, "This is the result of our joint efforts." Her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, beautiful and moving.

The old man sighed and said, "Yes, the power of unity and belief is infinite." His eyes were full of admiration for everyone and expectations for the future.

The herbalist jumped up excitedly, "Haha, that's great, I knew we could do it!" His laughter echoed in the space, full of simplicity and innocence.

The little girl ran happily, "We did it!" Her laughter was like the sound of nature, filling the entire space with vitality and energy.

At this moment, a shining treasure chest slowly rose from the core. The treasure chest emitted a mysterious light, attracting everyone's attention.

"Perhaps this is a reward for you." said the Core.

Zhang Hao walked forward and carefully opened the treasure chest.

A treasure chest shone brightly, revealing an ancient secret book, a magical potion, and a mysterious gem. The book's yellowed pages seemed to hold a thousand years of wisdom; the potion shimmered with a strange light within the bottle, exuding a mysterious aura; the gem, crystal clear, seemed to hold endless power.

"These treasures will surely help us on our future journey," Zhang Hao said, his voice filled with anticipation and longing.

Everyone nodded, their eyes full of anticipation for the future.

However, before they could celebrate for long, a new crisis quietly arrived. The space suddenly began to tremble violently, and low roars could be heard all around.

"What's going on?" The woman's face became serious.

The old man frowned, "I'm afraid this is not the end, but the beginning of another challenge."

Zhang Hao gripped the sword tightly in his hand, "No matter what, we will not retreat!"

The herbalist picked up the medicine basket and said, "Yes, we will face it together!"

The black-robed man's eyes turned cold, "Humph, you come with bad intentions."

The little girl hid behind everyone and said, "Everyone, please be careful."

As the roaring sound got closer, a huge monster slowly emerged from the darkness...