Rise of the Otherworld.

At this moment, the light within the cave intensified, illuminating the entire cave. The symbols and patterns on the walls seemed to come alive, flowing and shifting. Strange lights intertwined, forming a series of vibrant and colorful images. Like lively spirits, the lights leaped and danced, adorning the entire cave with a dreamlike quality.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. The little girl stared at the scenes with wide eyes, her eyes reflecting the brilliance of light, her mouth slightly open, full of surprise and curiosity.

The screen unfolds a scene of ancient battle, where brave warriors, clad in magnificent armor and wielding sharp weapons, engage in a desperate struggle against the forces of evil. Mysterious spells radiate like brilliant fireworks across the night sky, while powerful weapons gleam with a cold light, each swing shattering the wind. The shouts of blood deafen the battlefield, and blood stains the ground crimson, but nothing can stop the warriors' resolute march.

"Is this a forgotten history?" the woman murmured to herself. Her eyes were filled with confusion and awe, as if the scene before her had transported her back to that distant era.

Zhang Hao endured the pain and stood up, staring intently at the images, trying to decipher some useful information from them. His brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe them away.

The old man said excitedly: "This may be a kind of inheritance, we must observe carefully." His voice trembled with excitement, and his hands trembled slightly unconsciously.

As the scene continued to change, an ancient book appeared, engraved with mysterious runes. Those runes were like stars, shining with mysterious light, as if containing endless power and wisdom.

The herbalist asked doubtfully, "Could this be some kind of powerful martial art?" His eyes were fixed on the book, full of desire and expectation.

As everyone was speculating, the book slowly flew out of the picture and hovered before them. It emitted a soft light, as if beckoning them.

The little girl involuntarily stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the book.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was anxious and nervous, fearing that the little girl would be in danger.

But the little girl's hand had already touched the book, and instantly, a ray of light enveloped her. The light was so strong and dazzling that everyone was forced to close their eyes.

Everyone watched nervously as the little girl's body slowly rose, a pained expression on her face. Her brow furrowed, her tiny body trembling slightly in the light.

"What should I do?" the woman said anxiously. Her voice was tearful, and her hands were clenched tightly, worried about the little girl's safety.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps this is a necessary process of inheritance. We can only wait." His eyes were firm, trying to calm everyone's emotions.

The little girl in the light closed her eyes and muttered something. Her voice was clear and faint, as if she were communicating with some mysterious force. Gradually, the light began to merge with her body, and her skin radiated a faint glow.

When the light completely disappeared, the little girl slowly fell down.

She opened her eyes, and there was a depth and wisdom in them. They were no longer the innocent look of a child, but seemed to carry thousands of years of memory and wisdom.

"I think I understand something," the little girl said. Her voice was calm and steady, completely different from her previous childish tone.

Everyone gathered around him.

Zhang Hao asked anxiously, "Kid, are you okay?"

The little girl shook her head gently: "I'm fine, and I know what we should do next."

The woman asked, "What's going on?"

The little girl continued, "This book records a method to save the continent, but it requires us to find several mysterious treasures. These treasures are hidden in different corners of the continent, full of dangers and challenges."

"Then let's set off immediately!" Zhang Hao said without hesitation. His eyes were firm and full of determination.

Everyone nodded in agreement and, led by the little girl, walked deeper into the cave. The path in the cave was rugged and uneven, sometimes so narrow that one could only pass sideways, and sometimes so steep that one had to climb.

The herbalist accidentally stepped on empty air and almost fell down. Fortunately, the man in black robe grabbed him in time.

"Be careful!" said the man in black robe.

Everyone continued to move forward, their hearts filled with anticipation and anxiety about the unknown...