The End of the Mist (4)

The White Devil Race's largest sect was the Holy Devil Palace, the greatest surviving main branch of the original Devil Race. It ruled the entire west and was the only sect capable of standing against the Black Devil Race.

Beneath the Holy Devil Palace were cultivation sects and Aristocratic Clans of every size. Some had been founded by the White Devil Race itself, others by cultivators of different races.

The Human Race, for instance, had established several cultivation sects in the west, including two fairly large, first-rate sects.

The sect that led the Black Devil Race in the east was the Demon God Temple. Its subordinate sects followed much the same pattern as those of the White Devil Race, except that no Human Race cultivators had established a sect anywhere in its territory.

Shan Yiyuan did not know why. He only knew that the Black Devil Race was deeply hostile to the Human Race, and even that knowledge had been passed down through generations.

Though Shan Yiyuan knew only the broad outlines of the cultivation world, and much of what he said contradicted itself, Li Yan had still learned a great deal.

Holding the jade slip, Li Yan sifted through the information in his mind several times, setting aside what he could not explain and what struck him as unreasonable.

Then he sent his Divine Sense into the jade slip Zhao Min had left. After going through it several more times, he fell into a long silence.

Roughly three hours later, Li Yan opened his half-lidded eyes. He felt he had finally begun to make sense of a few things.

He and Zhao Min had ended up on the Lost Continent. That much was certain.

Leaving aside how the two of them might get home, where was Zhao Min now?