Rise of the Otherworld.

As the last monster dissipated into the air, the tense atmosphere in the chamber gradually receded. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their faces filled with relief at having survived, and at the same time, they felt proud of having successfully defeated these monsters.

Zhang Hao looked around and noticed that the shimmering runes on the chamber's walls were gradually dimming, while the crystal statue now emitted a softer, brighter light. Within the light, subtle words loomed, as if telling everyone something.

The old man approached the statue and carefully examined the words that emerged once more. A mixture of surprise and emotion gradually appeared on his face. "Children," he began slowly, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement, "this statue has given us an extraordinary gift. These words record a unique cultivation method that will help us better control our newfound power and allow us to transcend the limitations of our current realm."

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, then their faces lit up with ecstasy. For a cultivator, breaking through the limits of their realm was undoubtedly a coveted opportunity.

Zhang Hao walked forward, looked at the statue with burning eyes, and said, "We must cherish such a precious method of cultivation and not let down the gift of this relic." Everyone nodded, their eyes full of determination and expectation.

So, everyone sat cross-legged in the secret room and began practicing according to the method inscribed on the statue. Zhang Hao closed his eyes and immersed his mind within his body, guiding the newly acquired power slowly along specific meridian routes. At first, the flow of power was somewhat stagnant, but as he continued to adjust, it gradually became smoother. A warm current circulated within his body, and with each cycle, he could feel his control over the power becoming more and more handy.

Lingyu focused on integrating his wind energy with his new power. He could sense the wind elemental energy around him becoming increasingly active, as if resonating with the power within him. He experimented with new cultivation techniques to channel the wind elemental energy, and gradually, he discovered that he could control the wind with ever-greater subtlety, even allowing it to condense into various forms, like invisible blades.

The mysterious man harnessed earth-based spiritual power and, through cultivation techniques, deepened his connection with the earth. He could clearly sense the mineral veins deep underground, as if the earth had become an extension of his body. He attempted to control a huge, buried boulder, and at his will, it slowly rose, breaking through the earth and appearing in a secret chamber.

The woman immersed herself in the cultivation of her icy spiritual power. The temperature around her continued to drop, and a layer of crystal-clear ice slowly formed on her body. She perfectly fused her icy spiritual power with her new power, creating a brand new icy spell. With a gentle wave of her hand, countless icy flowers bloomed in the secret room, each a beautiful work of art, imbued with powerful spiritual energy.

The old man, through his practice, continuously enhanced his flame power. Flames enveloped him, their color gradually shifting from crimson to a deep purple, a symbol of his rising power. He felt his control over the flames reach a new level. With a single thought, he could transform the flames into various forms, from blazing heat to gentle embrace.

As time passed, everyone made significant progress in their cultivation. As they slowly opened their eyes, they could see the joy and confidence brought by their increased strength. However, they knew that this was just a new starting point in their journey to protect the continent, and more unknown challenges awaited them ahead...