The three Half-Celestial ancestors hovered in the sky, slowly floating towards Michael. Their appearances reflected their ancient age: long white beards, deeply wrinkled faces, and eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. Their robes were pure white, yet the witness of their robes barely showed under the darkness around them.
"Dark Lord, if you don't abandon this path to destruction, we will move heaven and earth to stop you." One of the elders, who had long white hair and beard hovered forward before warning Michael.
But when Michael heard the elder, he threw back his head and laughed as the sound echoed ominously through the air. His laughter was mocking, filled with a dark amusement that made the ancestors' warning seem pathetic.
"Your dialogues are cringeworthy," Michael sneered, shaking his head.
"And just so you know, I'm not a cultivator of this realm anymore,"
