The holy brilliance swept through the darkness of the realms. Evil was refined with no place to hide.

“Buzz.” The curse turned to wafting smoke and dispersed with the wind.

Li Qiye’s light became increasingly denser. In the end, he became a sacred existence looming above the insignificant and feeble darkness. Resistance was futile.

Everyone found that he had become a saint, feeling the urge to prostrate before him while the darkness in their heart had no place to hide. They felt inadequate...