A fusion world was one where different planes, through a twist of fate, ultimately absorbed and merged with one another.
Such a situation seemed inconceivable, yet it was indeed possible.
Saine had only happened to see a very brief introduction of this sort in the Sky City's library.
At the time, he had merely regarded it as something to broaden his knowledge and experience. He had never imagined that one day, he would encounter such a peculiar world himself.
Even the Sky City's collection contained little information on worlds of this kind.
Otherwise, Saine would not merely have glanced over such a brief piece of information back then.
As for whether the Faelun Continent truly was a fusion world, Saine could not yet draw a hasty conclusion.
His understanding of this world was still far too limited. Moreover, that thief was of too low a level, and what he knew was not entirely accurate.
The thoughts in Saine's mind were merely a judgment.
Whether they were true or not still required verification.
The two Temple Knights and the old man in the gray robe undoubtedly knew more of this world's truth than the thief did.
However, Saine had no intention of touching those two for the time being, so he could only set the matter aside.
Besides learning that this world possessed hundreds of temples and other basic information, the other useful and important piece of information Saine had obtained from the thief was this world's cultivation system.
As a large plane, the Faelun Continent possessed a vast number of races, and its power system was relatively well-developed as well.
Though this "well-developed" system looked so crooked it had gone utterly off the rails in the eyes of an orthodox mage like Saine.
The Faelun Continent's dominant race was humanity.