Davis's pupils dilated.
The name Solar Reverent Fist made him feel like he was going to be burned to death by the power of the Solar Reverence. If it were the Celestial Transcendent, he really didn't doubt that the other party could use the power of the Solar Reverence for a moment.
His son Lucian was also a recipient of the Solar Reverence, but this aura felt different, more sacred, and full of sanctimony as though it was above all.
The Solar Reverent Fist descended like a collapsing star as a terrifying wave of solar flames shot at Davis.
Golden-white flame unraveled from the Celestial Transcendent's knuckles, blooming outward in a corona that ate the darkness whole, and within that light was a heat that had nothing to do with fire. It had yang, the heat of judgment, the kind that scoured rot from the world simply by existing.
Every yin and vengeful thing would convulse and cease to exist.
