A thread of golden light first seeped from his chest and, immediately after, countless radiant beams surged through his meridians, enveloping him entirely and scattering the darkness within the celestial barrier. This golden light was not a thin halo, but thick and solid as molten gold, flowing with a metallic sheen that dyed the air brilliantly.
His muscles subtly swelled under the golden light, lines becoming increasingly sharp and defined, with every inch of texture seeming as if cast from gold liquid, exuding a world-shattering sense of power. As the strength of the Sacred Body continued to rise, the golden light on the surface of his body began to solidify into armor.
