The chants of "Spirit King" resonated deep within Yi Tianyun, making his heart swell with emotion. He was swept up in the passion of his people. Their fervor was undeniable; they placed their complete trust in him to lead the Spirit Race to glory!
Yi Tianyun nodded. He looked at them and said solemnly, "Very well. I will be the Spirit King. I will lead you to your most glorious hour!"
"Spirit King, Spirit King, Spirit King!"
They all began to chant. The unified shout of eight or nine hundred people was enough to shake the heavens. Within the Spirit Race, Yi Tianyun's prestige was now second only to the Spirit Race Ancestor's. It even surpassed that of the Saintess, Ye Qingxuan. This was mainly because Yi Tianyun's contributions had been immense, eclipsing even those of the Saintess. Now that he was the Spirit King, his status was naturally a tier above hers.
