That terminal gave them a string of coordinates, and Bai Yang immediately had Yang Wu enter them into the saucer's main control computer.
Before long, a large coordinate range appeared on the saucer's main screen.
"The Sahara Desert!?"
This place was at least a thousand kilometers away from the area around the African Base City!
If the Flame Legion and the other councilors could find it, then that would be a miracle.
Even Bai Yang himself would have an extremely difficult time searching for it.
This was truly like looking for a needle in a sea of sand.
The aura meter's current detection range was only one or two kilometers.
At least fifty thousand years had passed since the spacecraft crashed.
A survival pod that had fallen into the desert might even have sunk deep underground.
Finding it would be easier said than done!
But now that he had the approximate coordinates, giving up was impossible.
Moya Crystals!
As long as he had enough of them, they could practically propel him straight to Star Rank!
He would also take the batch that Falling Ink Star had left on Mist Island.
Who would ever complain about having too many of such things?
Yang Wu began reporting the matter to Mount Hua's internal technical team.
Using these coordinates and factoring in geological shifts, they would determine the likely search area.
Bai Yang, meanwhile, continued asking the terminal for details.
"As for the survival pod, didn't it send out a distress signal?"
"No. This is an unfamiliar planet, with no cosmic organizations stationed here.
Under such circumstances, the survival pod would instead block its signals to avoid being discovered by natives.
If you can locate the crew members' remains and bring them back as well, the Ganwu Dojo will grant you an even