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Chapter 2990 - First on the Reges Mundi Ranking

To be honest, Yushan Taifeng, Yishker Sayedi, and the five million astral gods from other regal and peak clans, even up to that moment, had still held hope for Yi Daiyan. They couldn\'t believe she was gone.

They thought the dark mirror spirit that had appeared earlier was some ability of hers and were still waiting for her to return and annihilate Tianming.

However, the shattering of the name on the Infinitum Stele shocked the five million astral gods. They stared with widened eyes, their hearts clenching in disbelief. For the Infinitum Bodhimanda, the ranking on the Infinitum Stele represented supreme authority. Any action conducted in the name of the Infinitum Bodhimanda could only be ordered in the name of the first-ranked reges mundi.

Therefore, the shattering of the name \'Yi Daiyan\' meant \'A Beauty of a Generation’ had come to a complete end.

"No more Yi Daiyan...."

"What? What?

I must be seeing things!"

"Impossible! There must be a problem with the Infinitum Stele!"

The top experts of the Infinitum Bodhimanda, at that moment, had twisted expressions and their hearts were uncontrollably pounding. They acknowledged Tianming\'s strength and his monstrous abnormality. Yin Chen\'s emergence had made them think Yi Daiyan was done for; however, the appearance of the dark mirror spirit was completely unexpected.

But having a kid of a hundred years old ascending to the position of rex mundi in unprecedented fashion was more shocking and difficult to accept than Yi Daiyan\'s triumph over Shenxi Xingtian after fifty years. Their hearts simply couldn\'t bear the truth.

With trembling gazes, they stared at the Infinitum Stele, hoping that it was indeed a mistake and the name \'Yi Daiyan\' would reform. However, in the next moment, a brand new golden name condensed at the top of the ranking.

"Lin! Feng!" The alias used by Tianming had reached the pinnacle of the reges mundi ranking. When the golden characters, like two towering mountains, pressed down on the eyes of the five million astral gods, they felt completely suffocated.

In the next moment, tens of trillions of people from the Sky Palace Formation, seeing that name rise to the top, erupted into madness, shouting and roaring like a release of pent-up fury. Some called him Emperor Tianming, while others called him Swordgod Lin Feng!

The frenzied enthusiasm of tens of trillions of people was like a torrent, overwhelming and earthshattering in execution! This wave of raw energy was absolutely like an ocean. Before that ocean, five million astral gods, no matter how strong they were, collapsed when their momentum crumbled. They were like torches, instantly engulfed by the wave of the Sun.

They knew why the people of the Sun were so fanatical and emotional. To them, the reordering of the reges mundi ranking meant an end to suffering and war, and a complete end to the days of hiding in the Sky Palace Formation.

For such a long time, they had been crowded into the Sky Palace Formation. Many lifebound beasts couldn\'t come out and they had long been suffocating. Moreover, the shadows of war and genocide had always loomed over them; who wouldn\'t want to end that journey of suffering?

Li Tianming, with just one name, had told them that everything was over!

Therefore, the ecstatic celebration was so earthshattering that the entire ether-class world shook.

"Emperor Tianming!" Roars shook the heavens, sweeping across the world. The hearts of the five million astral gods received a severe impact and they could only blankly stare as the attention of the world focused on Tianming, who landed at the base of the Infinitum Stele. There, Yi Daiyan had personally left something for him.

The formation cores for Ebonia’s astralguard and fusion formation lay at the foot of the stele. They’d automatically come out of her body when her shell had shattered. The formation cores for the sanctlighters, Shuntian Clan, and other regal clans’ guardian formations were there as well.

Of course, there was also something Tianming had always dreamed of retrieving. It was a clump of swordblood, the Ancestral Swordheart of the Lin Clan.

It was the foundation by which Yi Daiyan had controlled the Infinitum Stele and the spiritual symbol of the Lin Clan. Its symbolic significance to the Lin Clan exceeded its practical use.

Tianming had once heard that Yi Daiyan had deceived Lin Mu, taking away the Ancestral Swordheart and exchanging it for Lin Mu\'s heart. Now, Tianming naturally knew that there was much more to that tale than was publicly known and it was definitely not as simple as the rumors said. The eighth incarnation, ‘Lin Mu’, had definitely known more than he’d let on. Li Muyang must have hidden it.

Regardless, now that the Ancestral Swordheart had returned, Tianming’s duty to the Lin Clan had been fulfilled. Yi Daiyan had left behind all the items that mattered.

In front of the five million astral gods, Tianming, taking everything in hand, soared into the sky and stood atop the Infinitum Stele. With those items in hand, he had the qualifications to be the emperor of Ebonia. No longer was he just the Sun Emperor, but the Ebonian Emperor and the master of the Infinitum Mundus as well.

Before him were eleven regal clans from the Ebonia, thousands of peak clans, and a scattering of the top-tier experts that formed the five million astral gods. Ninety percent of the astral gods from Ebonia were there.

They controlled the lifeline of Ebonia, the lifeline of the entire Infinitum Mundus, and were the cream of the crop among billions and trillions of living beings. Taking them down meant officially taking over the Infinitum Mundus. That was a necessary step, and one that Tianming eagerly desired!

When he had arrived there, the frenzied power of tens of trillions of people rushed toward his body. He was still powerful and unmatched—except for the dark mirror spirit. Not even Yi Daiyan had been his match on the Sun.

Tianming soared through the sky and landed directly in front of Yushan Taifeng and the others. His imposing aura suppressed the five million astral gods, making them involuntarily bow their heads, step back, and tremble.

Only Yushan Taifeng and others stood their ground, though cold sweat had formed beads on their foreheads.