The Huainan Zhang Family was gone.
The Old Clan Leader had led the main lineage of the family—fifty-seven of the family's finest cultivators in total—and every last one of them had died along the way.
Only Zhang Huaiyu had luckily encountered Yan Kuangtu and been escorted by him to the Moon Liên Islands.
The destruction of this batch of the family's core cultivators could practically be declared the destruction of the Zhang Family.
And indeed, it was so.
The Zhang Family's entire mortal class and its grassroots, low-level cultivators had been completely scattered apart, each fleeing in different directions to evade this calamity that could be called clan extermination.
Their main combat power had perished, while their foundations had split into countless fragments and scattered to the four winds.
Other families that had fallen into such a state—
Could be said to have perished completely!
Yet compared to those family powers that had been destroyed, utterly defeated, with virtually no chance of rising again and eventually submerged beneath the torrent of time, the Zhang Family was still relatively fortunate.
Because the Zhang Clan still had Zhang Qingyuan as its great banner.
Many Zhang Family mortals and low-level cultivators had not suffered many losses, and among the family's younger generation, Zhang Huaiyu had escaped as a True Essence Realm cultivator. Once the crisis had passed, it would not be difficult to gather the Zhang Family together once more and rebuild.
But—
So what?
The dead were dead, after all!
Though, because of his transmigration, Zhang Qingyuan himself did not feel much blood-bound belonging toward the Zhang Family.
He still generally held goodwill toward the members of the Zhang Family.
The family was united. While its core members enjoyed the family's benefits, they were likewise willing to pay the price of their