The White Devil Race's largest sect was called the Holy Devil Palace. It was the largest main lineage left behind by the original Devil Race, ruled the entire west, and was the only sect capable of contending with the Black Devil Race.
Beneath the Holy Devil Palace were cultivation sects and clans of all sizes, some established by the White Devil Race itself, others by cultivators of other races.
The Human Race, for instance, had also established several cultivation sects in the west, including two fairly large first-rate sects.
The sect that commanded the Black Devils in the east was the Devil God Hall. The sects under its jurisdiction had been established much like those under the White Devil Race, except that no human cultivators had founded sects anywhere in its eastern territory.
Shan Yiyuan was not entirely clear on why that was. He only knew that the Black Devil Race was deeply hostile toward the Human Race, and even this information had been passed down through the generations.
Although Shan Yiyuan knew only the broad outlines of the cultivation world, and much of what he said contradicted itself, Li Yan had still gained a great deal.
Holding the jade slip, Li Yan sifted through the information in his mind several times, once again discarding anything he could not explain or considered unreasonable.
Then he immersed his divine sense in the jade slip Zhao Min had left him. After reviewing it several more times, he sank into a long silence of contemplation.
About an hour and a half later, Li Yan opened his half-closed eyes fully. He felt that he had begun to make some sense of a few things.
He and Zhao Min had now been stranded on the Lost Continent. That was an established fact.
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