Rosy Cloud Island

"According to the guidance of this spiritual light map, the Minggu Divine Temple should be southeast of Ghost Island."

Lu Changsheng stared intently at the spiritual power map floating in midair. His gaze followed the winding blue lines before finally settling on the golden point that flickered with light.

Every detail on the map was clearly visible, and Ghost Island's mountains and terrain could be seen at a glance. The basin where they currently stood lay north of the island's center, while the Minggu Divine Temple markeded in golden light was tucked away in the far southeastern corner. A vast stretch of unfamiliar territory lay between them.

Murong Taxue's cool eyes swept over the map. Her jade finger lightly tapped two locations, and after estimating the distance, she softly said:

"From here to the Minggu Divine Temple is no short journey. Even if everything goes smoothly and we encounter no delays, it will probably take at least two days."

"Then what are we waiting for?!"

The moment Shi Jingtian heard that, he grew anxious. Hoisting the Mountain Shaker Staff, he sprang up and shouted, spittle flying everywhere, "Now that we know where the Minggu Divine Temple is, stop dawdling! If we get there late, all the treasures will be snatched away, and we won't even get a sip of soup!"

"You pig-brained fool!"

Tu Jiao snapped back without ceremony, rapping her knuckles hard against his gleaming bald head.

"It takes four keys to open the temple, and one of them is in our hands. Even if the other factions arrive first, they can only stare helplessly. What treasures could they possibly take away?"

"I..." Shi Jingtian clutched his forehead and opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but after holding it in for ages, he could not squeeze out a single