Rise of the Otherworld.

The Zhen Wang Sect lay in ruins after the war, its ruins tinged with sadness and exhaustion. The shattered walls and ruins, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, seemed to tell the story of the brutal battle. Lin Yu gazed upon the devastated sect, his sense of responsibility growing heavier. His eyes revealed a resolute and unyielding spirit, as if declaring to the ruins that the Zhen Wang Sect would rise again.

"Tang Feng, calculate the sect's losses and remaining resources." Lin Yu said hoarsely. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of a determination for the future.

Tang Feng took the order and left, his steps hurried, his heart also filled with worry. Not long after, he returned with a detailed list.

"Master, the situation is not optimistic. Most of the houses are destroyed, there are few pills and weapons left, and most of the disciples are injured." Tang Feng's face was solemn, his brows were furrowed, and the list in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Lin Yu took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the pressure into his lungs, and then transformed it into the motivation to move forward. "First, arrange for the disciples to repair the houses, and gather the injured disciples in one place and do their best to treat them." His voice was decisive and resolute, without any hesitation.

With that, the True King Sect bustled with activity. Some disciples carried timber, others built walls and laid tiles. Though exhausted, their eyes gleamed with hope. Their sweat spilled over this once-familiar land, each drop brimming with love for the sect and anticipation for the future.

During the reconstruction process, the lack of supplies became the biggest problem.

"Master, we're running low on silver. We can't afford to buy enough building materials," the finance elder said worriedly. His face was covered in wrinkles, each one a mark of deep worry.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment, his eyes sweeping over the surrounding ruins, as if looking for inspiration to solve the problem. "Send people to nearby towns to seek help, and at the same time initiate a fundraising campaign within the sect." His voice was steady and powerful, giving people an inexplicable confidence.

After the news spread, the disciples all donated their savings, and even some ordinary servants contributed their meager efforts. Some disciples took out treasures they had treasured for many years, while others donated all the money they had saved during their daily frugality.

At the same time, Lin Yu personally led a team of disciples out to look for precious herbs and minerals to refine pills and forge weapons. They went deep into the mountains and forests, where the fog was shrouded and the place was eerie and terrifying.

"Everyone be careful!" Lin Yu warned loudly. His eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, holding the long sword tightly in his hand.

Suddenly, a huge monster rushed out from the woods, opened its bloody mouth and pounced on everyone. The disciples became nervous in an instant, but under Lin Yu's command, they quickly formed a formation.

After a fierce battle, although some disciples were injured, they finally gained a lot. Lin Yu's clothes were torn by the claws of the monster, and blood stained his shoulders red, but he showed a relieved smile on his face.

After a period of hard work, the Zhenwang Sect's buildings were gradually repaired, and most of the injured disciples recovered. The once dilapidated sect began to see a glimmer of life.

However, new problems arose.

As a result of this war, the reputation of the Zhenwang Sect was damaged, and many disciples who had originally intended to join were discouraged.

"Master, if this continues, the sect's development will be greatly restricted," a deacon said. His tone was filled with worry, and his eyes revealed confusion about the sect's future.

Lin Yu frowned and paced back and forth in the courtyard, thinking about his response. "Hold a martial arts competition to showcase the strength of the True King Sect and attract more talents." His eyes were firm, as if he had already seen the lively scene of the martial arts competition and the glorious future of the True King Sect.

The news of the martial arts competition spread, attracting many people from all walks of life. Some came to show off their skills, while others came to observe and learn.

In the arena, the disciples of the True King Sect shone brightly. Their moves were fierce and their movements were agile, making every battle thrilling. The audience cheered resoundingly, and the name of the True King Sect was once again celebrated among the people.

Can the Zhenwang Sect take this opportunity to return to its peak? The road ahead is still full of challenges and unknowns.