Its appearance was bizarre to say the least. Wings upon wings to the point where each wing was. Feather of a greater wing. They fluttered around a single mass that could only be the body.

Yet it did not appear to be made of flesh despite possessing organic eyes. To Da Hai, this creature's body was a bunch of entangled wheels.

It reminded him of a diagram depicting the solar system. Each planet would be attached to a wheel that encircled another wheel, which would also possess its own celestial body.

These wheels where segmented. Each one possessing an eye staring forward. It was eerily calm. No trace of advanced emotion in its gaze, completely lacking any constriction.

Yet he could also feel what he concluded was kindness from the creature. Immense kindness akin to what he'd imagine a boddhisatva to posses.

It was an intoxicating air. Yet also not yet something he couldn't ignore.

"I don't care if you're here for some form of justice or moral greviance, do not bother. My own personal business is not only none of your concern, but completely out of your power level," Da Hai explained.

"If you care about your own safety? Then leave. I'm not in the mood to deal with you."

He turned away from the angel. But upon seeing the rainbow serpent, he saw it chuckling.

"What's so funny?" He hissed at the great serpent from eight different directions.

Yurlunggur continued to stare into the angel. His body now possessed a glow that shimmered along lines across his physique. To any outside observer, they appeared like glowing tattoos.

To Da Hai, it somewhat appeared like intimidation tactics of an animal.

"Mesozoic Chaos World," Yurlunggur said towards the angels.

A look of understanding was sparked in it, as it's in numerous eyes turned to the rainbow serpent. But there was still no indication of emotion.

"HERETICAL. PRACTISE. SEEPS." WITHIN YOU."

It announced in the same emotionless booming voice. The halo behind it gave off a far more radiant light that proceeded to envelope the ruins of Asgard in daytime.

"HERETICAL. PRACTISE. BRINGS. HARM."

"HERETICAL. PRACTISE. BRINGS. PAIN."

"HERETICAL. PRACTISE. TURNS. AWAY. RIGHT.

"HERETICAL PRACTISE CAUSES SUFFERING."

"PURGE. YOURSELVES. OF. HERETICAL. PRACTISE."

As it finished its speech, two more flashes of light occurred. Two more halo bearing angels flew down, smaller than the living ring who came prior. Their shapes more defined as people.

"HERETICAL. PRACTICE. IS. FORBIDDEN. IT. BEINGS. ONLY. PAIN"

The one on the left, a marble coloured humanoid enveloped by wings and holding a long cross bearing staff spoke in a monotone voice. It blended the sound of both man and women, young and old, but all in the same peaceful monotone booming voice.

"PURGE. YOURSELVES. OF. HERETICAL. PRACTISE. AND. RETURN. TO. THE NATURAL. ORDER."

The one on the right, a second marble coloured humanoid said. Unlike the one on the left, its wings were splayed out revealing gorgeous crimson armour. It carried a burning sword and a kite shield.

"PURGE. YOURSELVES. OF. HERETICAL. PRACTISE."

"PURGE. YOURSELVES. OF. HERETICAL. PRACTICE."

"PURGE. YOURSELVES. OF. HERETICAL. PRACTISE."

The three said in perfect unison. They were so aligned, so similar sounding that it came off as disturbing. Even Da Hai, as ancient and powerful as he'd become found himself unsettled.

It was not the level of power they gave off. Da Hai could easily scale them into the system of cultivation he knew. But it was the aura they gave off.

They hid nothing, showing full genuine sincerity. They spoke hypnotically, not dissimilar to Yurlunggur's didgeridoo. They also moved with zero effort wasted, no microexpression to read.

Da Hai sensed no Dao within them either. Not even a cultivated Dao law, which was the strangest part.

For a wanderer in the Chaos Sea, no matter the cultivation pathway, no matter what name they used, a Dao would always be present.

Even the current inhabitants of the Three Realms who did not use the old Chaos Godfiend cultivation method of creating an original Dao, possessed a foundation in a Dao law they obtained from the Heavenly Dao.

Even Yurlunggur, who was as far removed from the Three Realms as one could be, had a Dao. He may refer to it by another name, but it was a Dao. The same type of conceptual power everyone, no matter what origin eventually reached.

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They were in the strangest way, perfect. If a cultivator eternally pursued the Dao, or whatever other name they called it? They would logically be imperfect, chasing after perfection.

From the analysis Da Hai did on the angels, he could only conclude that they were as perfect as they come. Born that way, created as they were.

"How unsettling," he murmured. 'Wait a second, heretical practice? Do they mean cultivation?'

The three angels did not attack. As if they expected them to comply, they waited in complete stillness. Looking over Asgard like protective sentries.

An expulsion of power, multiple in fact, could be felt all over universes attached toYggdrasil. Each one like a popping balloon to Da Hai's sensitive ears.

Cultivators of all calibre were crippling themselves. Those low enough on the totem suffered damages from the backlashes. This high enough to be an equivalent to True Immortals perished on the spot.

'They're doing it with a smile…and thanking them?' Da Hai realized as he listened to the noise. At the same time, Yurlunggur started frowning.

"Cease," he spat.

Existence froze. Like a glass shattering, the peaceful presence of the three angels were overtaken by a dream. Living beings across the many realms were knocked unconscious. Da Hai turned to him strangely.

"HERETICAL. PRACTISE. IS. FORBIDDEN."

"HERETICAL. PRACTISE. IS. A. POISON."

"CONTINUATION. OF. HERETICAL. PRACTISE. WILL. NECESSITATE PUNISHMENT."

The three angels said in the same monotonous way. Not even a single trace of anger, annoyance, nor dissatisfaction.

"I will tell you three, what I told your brethren at the Mesozoic Chaos World. I am not in need of conflict. I am disinterested in fighting. Do not disturb me. Do not force me. Do not wage war against me.

"That goes for you too strange serpent. I do not understand nor care why you seemingly believe I am your hated enemy. I have no conflict with you, nor do I desire conflict with you. My presence here is simply the investigation into an acquaintance of mine.

"Consider this a final warning. I have lived a long time. I have survived all calamities thrown my way. I am not in need of more," the rainbow serpent said.

Da Hai closed his mouths in thought. "Seems I jumped the gun." The whirlwind of emotions subsided as quickly as his rage had emerged.

He closed his sixteen eyes, the images of his disciples crossing his mind. Opening them again, he muttered an apology.

"ERASE. YOUR. HERETICAL. PRACTISE."

The angel in red stepped forward and said. He had come between the two gigantic snakes, waving his flaming sword at Da Hai. The sea god found it rather rude.

He glanced at Yurlunggur and saw no hatred from him, only disproval. So Da Hai bared his fangs in a similarly threatening manner.

"The gall of you, telling me to cripple my cultivation. Even if such an event were possible, I would refuse."

Inwardly, Da Hai scoffed at the absurd proclamation. Ignoring the insulting factor, destroying his cultivation would just be death.

He had already transcended the state of immortality, which also transcended the state of mortals. His body was not within the same logic as a mortal creature of flesh and blood. His cultivation was not some temporary pellet being cooked within a mortal body.

For a superior lifeform to drop lower, they'd have to cease their own existence. The closest equivalent was losing their Dao, but even then they'd still remain in the same level of existence.

The Chaos Godfiends of old who persevered through Pangu's axe strike remained third sphere celestial lifeforms upon reformation. What the angel asked was impossible.

"I said much the same to your brethren over the sky of Mesozoic Chaos World," Yurlunggur added to the sword bearing angel. "I dislike senseless fighting, but if you insist."

For a brief moment that seemed to last an eternity, the three angels paused. Then in unison they attacked.

The flaming sword raised to strike all of Da Hai's heads at once. The staff bearing angel sang towards them both. The spherical angel rose high to spread its wings.

In one instance, their holy might combined into a quaking mass. The intention to simultaneously reduce the two Chaos Immortals to nothingness, as well as transforming the mortal beings along Yggdrasil into a collectable form.

Salvation for all was the moniker. But for some, specifically those who'd cultivated beyond the limits of Immortality. That was to say, those who'd merged with their true souls and exited the limits of a Chaos World, they were to be smited.

Evidently, from their point of view, there was no difference. Annihilation of that stage of cultivator was also saving them. As decreed eons go by the most high, most just, most holy.

Pure iridescent light shone in such a manner, that it blanketed this part of the Chaos Sea.

The angels, the sword wielding Power and the staff wielding Dominion. They were second sphere angels comparable to Great Unity Golden Immortals and surpassing that realm respectively.

Then there was the reinforcement they called, the third sphere Throne. It's burning wheels was terrifying to almost every single living being in the Chaos Sea who did not follow holy light.

A Chaos Immortal.

So that was why, their light were all shut down instantly.

In the blink of an eye, a hypnotic music played. Obscuring the thoughts of all lesser lifeforms, blowing away the light, sinking the three angels into a deep ocean all at once.

A wool was pulled over them, like a waking dream that pushed its way into their consciousness.

"Your kind never learned to sing." The Dominion heard it, and suddenly its singing stopped.

"Your kind was not meant for weapons." The Power heard it, and suddenly forgot how to use its sword.

"Fire exist not in your heart." The Throne's burning body stilled. Unlike other two, a small resistance attempted to fight back.

In the next second, a primordial ocean crashed into all three angels. Within the sheer force of the seawater, their holy bodies cracked.

The Dominion and the Power was shattered. The Throne's spherical wheel of a body contorted.

"He moved even faster then me," Da Hai mused. His body reformed from the water he manifested.

The rainbow serpent of Australian tradition. A creator god from the Dreamtime who also illuminates countless creatures of their purpose. He wondered how much of those were true in this world.

"HERETICAL…"

"CRITICAL…"

"HOLY…"

Words mumbled out in the same monotonous voice echoed. The same booming announcements, yet scarred to the point where it was clearly fading.

This was why Da Hai gave so many warnings. He could tell from a mile away that these angels didn't posses the power to threaten him. So he struggled to understand why they'd charge anyway.

He was blaring his cultivation from the get go. He had held nothing back from showing others he was a Limitless Supreme Chaos Immortal. Every sign pointed to his capability of crushing Chaos Immortals to paste.

'So why?' He pondered.

The Power and the Dominion were far below the Throne. Even a strike from an average Great Principle Chaos Immortal could obliterate them, much less someone with a nigh transcendent Dao.

Their halos broke apart. Their shiny bodies rusted. Their pieces disintegrated into fluffy white light.

Their voice, their presence, their consciousness all faded. The manner of such brought Da Hai back to his own demise, stunning him.

"I…"

"The other specimen perished. And I spared one to warn the others to stay out of my way. Let's see if I can y something." The rainbow serpent slithered past the stunlocked Da Hai.

His body coiled around the Throne, tearing off its broken wings with his mouth.

"I AM A TOOL OF THE LORD."

"I AM A TOOL OF THE LORD."

"HERETICAL PRACTISE IS SIN."

The angel chanted forward and back. Monotonous, booming, like it wasn't even bothered by the injury.

Yurlunggur was momentarily entranced as he pushed his way into the holy light still remaining within the creature. His desire to understand them superseding everything else.

In the same manner as how he analyzed Zulong's flesh, he did the same to the Throne.

"Hm?"

Immediately, Yurlunggur jerked away with a gasp. The Throne became muffled. It was not silent, as it began mumbling. It's innumerable eyes shut in the same instance.

"What was?" Yurlunggur unwrapped himself from the angel, bringing Da Hai's attention back to it.

The light of the angel began burning bright. As if a switch was flipped. It's prayers sung praises at a foreign entity, too far away to comprehend.

But a small name was consistently uttered. Each time, the complexity of the word caused a sting in Da Hai's brain. Instinctively, he knew the other side was something else entirely.

"HOLY. FATHER…"

Reacting immediately, Da Hai roared. He interrupted the angel with a chaotic gas from his eight mouths. Sparing no expense, he unleashed an attack he had never used without his old sword.

Destructive, corrosive, barely controllable. Chaotic sword qi engulfed the Throne. It's numerous wings spun to resist the destructive force, and hopefully dispel it.

In appearance, it was a three dimensional ball. It's true purpose? A celestial wheel carrying a great chariot.

Yurlunggur starred at it, his mind drifting to the glimpse of the chariot he saw. "The Merkabah," he whispered with respect. But above all, he recalled the outline of the being who rode it.

'Yuanling. Have you seen it?'

"I. AM. A. TOOL. OF. THE. LORD."

"I. AM. A. TOOL. OF. THE. LORD."

"DESTROYING. ME. IS. BLASPHEMY."

Da Hai concentrated on the gas cloud, ignoring the angel. This fundamental force of destruction ripped open the Chaos Sea, what was this creature before it?

"DESTROYING. ME. IS. BLASPHEMY."

Incredibly, its booming monotonous voice was overcome by the chaos. Smothered by the same force originating from Pangu's technique. The shards of the sword making up Da Hai's essence gave it their all.

The sea god felt his own tongue lose taste, gums corroded, his fangs decayed. With a final breath, he finished off the cloud of gas and flinched away.

"Die."

The angel had already been silenced. More than that, it was annihilated on a fundamental level. Halo, wings, light, none of it remained.

It was to put it simply, overkill. Da Hai receded his true form back to his Dao body. Rubbing his jaw, he inspected his self inflicted injuries.

"That…that was chaotic sword qi." He heard the rainbow serpent say from behind.

"Did a man named Pangu teach you that?" Yurlunggur continued.

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