Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

In fact, An Lan had thought about something before.

Criminals posing as "bhikkhunis" make wishes there and can receive protection.

So...

What if you made a wish in front of a Buddha statue in another dimension?

"Hello!"

"I want to pray for blessings!"

"I just...I just pray that Kshatriya will die in the real world!"

"Did you hear that?!"

He shouted at the bleeding Buddha statue, and the bleeding, which had been flowing from its eyes and chest, suddenly stopped. The half-male, half-female body gradually split open, and a crimson light shone from the center of the statue...

"Offerings..."

"Pleasure..."

"Formless..."

After a deep roar came from the red gap, An Lan narrowed his eyes and kicked the Brahman directly!

"Go inside!"

"grown ups!"

"Why...why?!"

With a "whoosh," the Brahmin standing beside An Lan was instantly sucked into the gap between the Buddha statues. Then... as the statues slowly closed, a series of loud, squeezing sounds echoed...

"ah!!!!!"

"ah!!!"

"..."

After the Brahmin's screams, it was as if he had been crushed by something heavy; large amounts of blood gushed from the cracks in the Buddha statue, turning the entire statue crimson red...

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

Blood stained the beach red. Anlan stared intently at the Buddha statue; its ears seemed to be bleeding as well...

I seem to have unknowingly accelerated something?!

A faint smile played on the Buddha statue's lips. An Lan gazed at the sea, head bowed in contemplation: "Perhaps... this Buddha statue is placed here hoping that those who come here as [participants in the instance] will fight each other, offering sacrifices, in order to cross the sea..."

"But if a sacrifice is made..."

"It should speed up some kind of magical ritual..."

"That's enough!"

"As long as it really affects the battle situation over there, it doesn't matter!"

Calmly gazing at the sea, An Lan waited patiently...

......

the other side.

Kshatriya had just obtained the [Horse-Scythe] and raised it to chop at Zhao Kuo's shoulder!

"I am steel!!!"

Zhao Kuo subconsciously began to modify his body.

In no mood!

"Forehead--"

"Ugh!!!"

"Ugh—Ugh!!!"

The Kshatriya, wielding his scythe, suddenly stopped!

His eyes widened, the sickle still held high in his hand, as he stared in disbelief at the sky...

"Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock..."

next moment!

The next moment, large amounts of blood gushed from his eyes. Black blood seeped from his ears, mouth, and nose, just like that strange Buddha statue, constantly oozing blood...

Then!

His hands, feet, and neck began to rotate strangely with a "crackling" sound, his shinbones rolled and twisted under his skin and flesh, and finally, with a "poof," he spun out of the flesh and blood!

"Forehead..."

"How...how could this be?"

"How...how could...this be possible..."

"Thump—"

Because of the twisting of his neck, the Kshatriya's head finally fell off the vine like a thick watermelon! His neck was twisted into a pretzel, and after spinning wildly, he crashed to the ground!

died...

This arrogant leader, who once single-handedly fought four opponents, the captain of the "Hunger Squad" and the captain of the "San Francisco National Team," died inexplicably before everyone's eyes...

Because of his death, the signs of aging on Zhao Kuo and the others gradually faded.

Apart from Long Ao, everyone stared in astonishment at the suddenly deceased Kshatriya, completely bewildered...

"What...what on earth happened?"

"Did...did Anlan do something?"

"Holy crap! An Lan can kill people from a distance?"

"..."

The group looked at Long Ao with confusion. Long Ao shrugged: "Don't just stand there! An Lan helped us! Now, it's our turn to repay him!"

"Drag the Kshatriya's corpse along and ask that Buddha if he'll accept it!"

Long Ao's greeting had just been uttered!

[Instance] The long-awaited voice has returned!

[The entire national team of the Indian Empire has been wiped out. The dungeon "Hidden Hermitage" is about to descend upon Reed, the capital of the Indian Empire!]

[Indian Roti: No! No—!!! What have you all done?! You deserve to die!]

[Insan's mind wanders: Damn it! Damn it! Why... why did the Kshatriyas lose like this?!]

[Hand-grabbed curry: It's that An Lan! It's that An Lan! He sacrificed the Brahman to the evil god! This guy! How did he even think of that?!]

No way! My house and car are all in Reed New York!

No—our family!

A temple has appeared right in front of my house!

[No! There are so many strange-looking Buddha statues in our temple... They're bleeding! Bleeding!!!]

【...】

Almost the instant the [Dungeon] sound rang out, the chat in the [Hunger Squad] members' live stream exploded!

The dungeon "Hidden Hermitage" has arrived!

......

Outside of [the copy].

Liu Xuan was switching between phone screens, watching international news constantly pop up.

All 345 temples in Reed are being corrupted!

[The new Reed Temple has been designated a restricted area!]

[Reed has vanished into thin air, leaving 26845 people!]

[Reed New Temple is connecting; Reed New has fallen!]

【...】

Messages kept popping up one after another, and in just five minutes, the capital of [A-San Kingdom] was on the verge of collapse.

The S-rank dungeon, Hidden Hermitage, is currently completely unexplored, and its arrival now has spread like wildfire.

"Holy crap..."

"Unexpectedly, even the Indian is completely helpless against this [S-rank dungeon]!"

"If Reeds doesn't exist, won't their economy decline?"

Chu Chang'an muttered something to himself, a hint of melancholy in his voice.

Don't let India's relatively weak national power fool you; their national team is still among the strongest in the world. But this time, they barely played a short time... and they're already gone?

"It's more than just an economic downturn?"

"If they can't stop the spread of [Shin-hidden Temple], I reckon their country will be finished!"

"Have you forgotten? There are quite a few temples over there in India!"

"Furthermore, their [national team] has practically only a handful of elite members, and they've all died in [the dungeons]! How are they going to stop the spread of [the dungeons]?"

After Liu Xuan made a few simple deductions, the room fell silent instantly!

That's right...

This is the battle of the "national team"!

If anyone loses, it will be a national catastrophe!

A talent drain, a nation helpless!

"Tsk..."

"I wonder if the Indians have a branch of the [Energy Extraction Association]? If they do, they're at a huge disadvantage now!"

"..."

......

[S-Rank Dungeon: Hermitage]

[Zen Temple Area]

Long Ao and his companions were dragging the corpse of Kshatriya towards the [Sacrificial Meditation Room].

The group remained expressionless, seemingly unexcited about defeating the [San Francisco National Team].

after all!

This confrontation was not easy.

The Indian team, with only a few members, almost self-destructed along with the Chinese national team?!

What if this were the "American National Team"?

of course!

On the bright side, this isn't the strength of [Sanya], but rather the strength of [Jinenghui]...

That would make me feel much more at ease.

"Crunch—"

The door to the meditation room was pushed open, and several people filed in. Long Ao placed the corpse of Kshatriya in front of the strange Buddha statue and looked at it.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke.

"I pray for blessings!"

"Anlan passed through the Blood Sea area without incident!"

Long Ao stared at the Buddha statue. The blood on the statue began to dry, and the eyes of the wooden carving seemed to be staring back at Long Ao.

"Offerings...contributions...joy...formlessness..."

A heavy, low murmur echoed in his mind, as if the Buddha statue was speaking to Long Ao.

"Formless?"

"Are you the Formless Buddha?"

After muttering a single sentence, Long Ao strode toward the Kshatriya's corpse, took out the "sachet" from the Kshatriya's chest, and then smashed the corpse directly toward the Buddha statue!

"Buzz—"

Before the corpse even touched the Buddha statue, it suddenly shrank, then twisted and disappeared into the [meditation room]!

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

A short while later.

Black blood began to seep from the Buddha statue's ears, eyes, and nose, and blood also began to seep from the crack in its chest...

The stench of blood filled the room. Long Ao and the others exchanged glances, all waiting in bewilderment.

"Did it work?"

Zhao Kuo looked at Long Ao, who narrowed his eyes at the progress bar for "[Reversing Cause and Effect]", which showed that the progress of "[An Lan Obtains the Clue]" had jumped to "50%"...

"Probably..."

"It was a success, wasn't it?"

"But... I have a feeling we might have done something wrong?"

"this--"

As everyone stared at the blood-soaked Buddha statue, a chill ran down their spines...

......

"Click—"

"Click—"

the other side.

An Lan noticed that blood was flowing from the nose of the stone statue in front of the sea of ​​blood!

"Um?!"

Just as he was wondering, the entire stone statue began to split open again, and a thin, long bamboo stick was slowly squeezed out from the crack in the stone statue!

"This is?"

An Lan subconsciously reached for the bamboo stick, and a chill ran through her hand, followed by the sound of the [Instance] notification!

[Item: "The Gift of the Formless Buddha"]

[The Gift of the Formless Buddha: Because it has pleased the Formless Buddha, it is happy to offer you a little help! Hold this staff, propel the boat forward, and all taboos will be lifted!]

"hiss..."

"So...it's a success on Long Ao's side?"

Holding the bamboo stick and swinging it around, An Lan no longer hesitated and strode towards the edge of the sea of ​​blood.

After finding the small boat, An Lan jumped onto it and used a bamboo pole for leverage to keep moving forward in the sea.

"Swish—"

"Scratching!"

As the small boat slowly moved forward, the mist in the distance gradually dissipated!

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

Under the seawater, bubbles began to rise rapidly from time to time. An Lan subconsciously looked at them and was startled!

The previously deceased [Liao'ai] and [Liao Huan], an old nun dressed in an expensive robe, and even a Kshatriya, all swam slowly towards them from underwater...

Their faces were bluish-purple, and their hair, which resembled seaweed, swayed constantly underwater.

Her legs felt like they were glued together with superglue, and they twitched together.

but...

These men were now expressionless, hiding under An Lan's small boat, staring intently at her! An Lan simply waved her bamboo pole, and these guys scattered in all directions like a school of fish startled!

"Go! Go! Go!"

"So, after being sacrificed as a [sacrifice], one will appear in an [other dimension] and become a monster?"

"I really don't understand..."

"Is this the perverse taste of evil Buddhism?"

"Thump—"

Holding the [Gift of the Formless Buddha], Anlan's small boat, though seemingly far away, crashed into the vicinity of the sea hut within minutes!

He took the bamboo pole, went up to the hut's porch, pushed open the door, and went inside...