Humans were flesh and blood, subject to birth, aging, illness, and death.
The three were humanoid forms mimicked by the "Eternal Lords."
Just as water could take the form of ice, snow, or steam, an Eternal Lord could mimic any form.
They had chosen human forms because Chu Ming was "human."
Two men and one woman.
The first was an old man with a gaunt face.
Like a scholar whose edges had been worn away by the years.
Within his pupils were not "pupils," but "order runes."
Those runes slowly revolved within his eyes, like stars spinning through space.
With every revolution, a faint ripple spread outward from his eyes.
The second was a burly middle-aged man.
Projections of starfields revolved over his shoulders.
Those starfields flowed across his shoulder armor.
A crimson starfield of flames rested on his left shoulder, while a deep-blue starfield of flowing water rested on his right.
He stood a head taller than the old man, his shoulders like two mountains shorn flat at their peaks.
The third was a woman with a cold, stern face.
Her long hair hung loose, its strands drifting despite the absence of wind.
Her hair was not "hair," but "threads of spacetime."
As those strands drifted, the "space" around her faintly creased.
Like a piece of cloth pulled taut, its surface covered in fine wrinkles.
Time "curved" around her.
The three wore colorless robes.
Fine patterns of laws flowed across those robes.
The old man's patterns were arrangements of "order," the middle-aged man's were arrangements of "starfields," and the woman's were arrangements of "spacetime."
The old man spoke.
The sound did not come from his "mouth."
His lips did not move.
Instead, it was "poured directly" into Chu Ming's sea of consciousness, like a bucket of water being emptied