I returned home in a daze and then burned that Tibetan book.

Watching it turn into ashes, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Such things shouldn't be seen by others.

Only then did I realize why my mother wasn't at home.

I couldn't find her anywhere, and a wave of infinite grief surged in my heart.

Just as I was about to open the window, my phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed that it was my mother.

I quickly answered the call, but before I could ask anything, I heard the person on the other end speak an address. The voice wasn't my mother's, but it was somewhat familiar.

Although I found it strange, I went there resolutely for the sake of my mother.

The address was already familiar to me; it was the Erlang Temple in Dujiangyan.

By the time I arrived, it was already evening, and a shadowy figure stood in the parking lot.

It was Yang Ru!

She had a smile on her face and, ignoring my questions, led me to the back of the temple through an extremely hidden entrance that led underground.

What shocked me was that beneath the Erlang Temple, there was actually a sizable building.

The building was square-shaped, supported by eight thick pillars, and in the center was an altar, identical to the one described in the book.

And at this moment, my mother was lying on it.

My eyes were about to burst, and I rushed over, but she had already lost her breath.

Yang Ru explained, "The sacrifice failed."

My emotions completely collapsed, and I hysterically questioned why she did this.

She wasn't angry; instead, she patiently answered, "You encountered the Divine Mother. If you don't make a sacrifice, you will undoubtedly die."

I never thought it was because of this.

"Next, it will be your turn, child."

I stood in place, unwilling to accept the sacrifice.

"If possible, I also hope that you never discovered the truth," Yang Ru said sorrowfully. "If Jian-er wasn't trying to save me, he wouldn't have willingly made the sacrifice and become that kind of monster, leaving the blood of a monster in our Yang family."

"But now, this is all I can do. Yang Fan, time is running out."

I looked at Yang Ru in shock. She turned out to be Erlang Shen's mother?! And my mother and aunt are descendants of Yang Jian's Yang family?!

This fact completely shattered my already crumbling sanity.

Yang Ru personally placed me on the altar.

After a moment, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. It was as if millions of mouths were tearing at my flesh. This pain kept me conscious.

I struggled to raise my hand and discovered that my back, palms, and arms were covered in countless eyes...

A scene suddenly appeared in my mind: the stars in the sky formed a specific pattern, and then a mass of countless tentacles intertwined with eyes emerged from the sky. It opened a massive mouth, and mucus dripped from it. It swallowed a palace emitting a brilliant blue light.

Then, it disappeared in an instant.

I woke up, and all the eyes all over my body had disappeared, but I felt that my field of vision had expanded significantly.

I hesitantly raised my hand to touch my forehead, and a vertically positioned eye blinked twice instinctively.

The sensation of eyelashes brushing against my palm sent shivers down my spine.