Yang Yuanliu took a deep breath and steadied his emotions. Then he lifted his brush and began to write, stroke by stroke, neatly recording the final glorious moments of this cultivator who had once taught him.
As Yang Yuanliu compiled the battle report, on the eastern side of Yangyuan Peak, Zhao Che led the surviving Yang Family disciples of outside surnames in constructing a cemetery.
In the previous battles in the northwestern heartland, more than thirty percent of the Yang Family cultivators had already fallen.
Then, in the defensive battle along the borders of the Barbarian Land, because of the Patriarch's Order issued by Yang Lingqing, the Yang Family cultivators had all charged at the forefront of the formations, and more than half of them had been lost again.
After these two great battles, of the more than eighty cultivators who had originally left the Yang Family Sacred Land, only twenty-eight remained.
Even counting those ten-year-old children who had never left the sacred land, there were now only forty-one people in the Yang Family's mountain.
Of these, aside from the two ancestors, patriarch Yang Lingqing, and the Hundred Arts Inheritance disciples of the fourth branch who had not gone to the front lines, only twenty-four cultivators of the main family and outside surnames personally raised by the Yang Family over the years remained.
That was even counting veteran cultivators such as Zhao Qi, Xie Chuan, and Han Wang.
The Yang Family had relied on its own efforts, painstakingly multiplying and developing for forty years. Yet when this great calamity descended, it scattered all the hard-won vitality and signs of prosperity they had accumulated.
But there was no helping it. Since the Yang Family bore the title of lord of the northwest, when faced with such upheaval, they had to set