Long Chen’s heart thumped. Considering the distance, he knew that even at full speed, it would take six hours for him to reach the location of the distress signal. However, the map had shown him a giant spatial crack on the way, requiring him to go around it. That would add another two hours at least.

This urgent distress signal meant that everything was hanging by a thread. There was no time.

“Great prophet, my friends are in trouble. I must leave.” Long Chen started off, lightning wings appearing on his back.

“Where do you want to go? Perhaps I can use the power of the Spirit God to send you on your way,” said the prophet upon seeing his rush.

Delighted, Long Chen spread his hand, causing his Spiritual Strength to condense into a translucent map. “I want to go there.”

Long Chen pointed. He could only give a general location, as Guo Ran and Xia Chen had sacrificed some precision in order for the compass to sense even...