Soul God Dominates the Mortal World-Chapter 59: Giving Pointers!

Deus said nothing more. He didn’t need to. His presence alone spoke louder than words.

And Empress Ivana knew—her life, her empire, and this world itself... was about to change.

Gulping, she bowed once again, "Forgive my blasphemy once again, I have eyes but couldn’t recognise Mount Tai..."

"Don’t worry..." Deus waved it off, "Besides, I want to see what you can do with the beast souls. Come at me."

Mira stepped back silently, giving them space. The atmosphere turned frigid as the empress’s aura began to stir.

Ivana dismissed the twin frost fans she had wielded and, in the same motion, summoned another pair. These were milky white with graceful blue markings, like the shimmering wings of the Frostveil Moth.

"Glacien Strider Phantom Summon... Combine."

Behind her, a radiant phantom appeared—the silver-antlered stag with crystalline hooves and a mane of flowing frost mist. It galloped with regal might, its hooves leaving suspended frostflowers in midair. At the moment of impact, just before ramming into her, it vanished into her body.

A pulse of cold light rippled from her.

Ivana’s hair lifted slightly, streaks of icy mist trailing from it as a frost aura cloaked her entire form. Her eyes gleamed with ethereal clarity. Now, her steps left frost platforms wherever she moved, even in midair.

She shot forward.

Moving like wind across invisible ice footholds, she twisted mid-sprint and attacked from above, both fans clutched shut like twin short batons. With surgical precision, she lashed at Deus from an inverted angle, flipping over him. Her strikes were smooth yet vicious, aiming at pressure points with dancer-like flow.

But Deus lifted his hand casually, blocking her attack with the back of his knuckles. Her fans made contact, and thick ice crept rapidly across his forearm—

—only to crack and explode off in the next heartbeat.

The force behind his passive resistance alone shattered it.

’...Any other below god-level would’ve frozen instantly,’ she thought, narrowing her eyes.

She twisted away without missing a beat, stepping along a trail of aerial frost platforms. The fans opened with a flutter.

With a sweep of her arms, she conjured a swirling blizzard around Deus—sharp snowflakes, bone-piercing winds, and a spinning funnel of white chaos. But within the eye of the storm, Deus stood unmoved. His golden robe didn’t even flutter.

Ivana didn’t hesitate.

"Frostjaw Behemoth, descend!"

A thunderous roar boomed through the realm of souls. From her soul subspace, the sabertooth bear emerged—encased in glacial armor, massive claws glittering with jagged ice.

It landed with a quake, eyes locked on Deus.

"Go!"

The bear charged, its ice-thick paws cracking the marble beneath. But before it could even swing its claws—

Smack!

Deus raised his palm and delivered a backhand. A shockwave burst outward. The Frostjaw Behemoth was sent flying across the sky like a ragdoll, slamming into the far wall of the courtyard, half-encased in the debris of its own shattered armor.

Ivana gritted her teeth. She didn’t pause. Her eyes flashed.

"Nytheris... Glacial Dreamweaver. Show him."

The surroundings grew quiet.

From above, a giant moth descended—its wings a luminous violet, its body wrapped in a gentle, hypnotic chill. The Purple Nytheris hovered in front of Deus, wings waving slowly, releasing shimmering illusion-infused powder.

A dreamlike haze settled around Deus—but he didn’t even blink.

The illusions warped the air, creating twisted mirror-phantoms of Ivana, illusions of falling snowfields, sudden walls of ice. Yet, to Deus, they passed like fog.

She could feel it. Her heart sank.

Even her most deceptive illusions couldn’t cloud his perception.

But still she fought.

Ivana spun, using her fans with elegance and precision, launching blades of cold wind that curved unpredictably, rebounding off invisible frost footholds. She darted midair, vanishing in bursts of mist, appearing again with glacial trails swirling around her.

Each step of hers manifested another icy platform—even upside-down—allowing impossible angles of attack.

Frost wisps blurred her movement, concealing her real form among a trail of flickering afterimages. Her fans sliced, jabbed, spun. One fan guarded while the other created openings. Her tempo was graceful, yet dangerously swift—like a blizzard dancing on a blade.

For any other opponent, it would be overwhelming.

But Deus still hadn’t moved from his spot.

He raised a single hand and caught her fan mid-swing. With a simple glance, the frost aura on her weapon evaporated. She leapt back instinctively, panting, stunned.

Then suddenly—

A flow of radiant knowledge entered her mind.

Her breath caught.

A profound fighting style... directly engraved into her soul.

Fan techniques that mirrored her own but elevated them. Movements that flowed with the rhythm of Glacien Strider’s froststep and aerial dominance. Subtle counters. Perfect spacing. It was like the missing piece of a puzzle she didn’t know she had.

Her eyes widened. She understood.

It wasn’t just power. It was understanding.

The mythical beast souls—she had only scratched the surface. This style brought it all into harmony.

She stood still, sweat dripping, chest heaving, but eyes shining.

Deus finally spoke again, softly. "You’re starting to see it. Good."

Ivana fell to one knee, fists clenched, overwhelmed not by defeat—but by clarity. And gratitude.

"We are not done yet..." Deus waved his hand dismissively, wanting to skip formalities...

With a serious expression on her face, she nodded, standing up on her feet.

With that, she rushed at Deus once more, her technique more refined this time...

She launched herself into the air—her legs twisting mid-leap—spinning like a whirlwind as the frost platforms bloomed with each step of hers, vanishing into snowflakes behind her. Her body twirled in fluid motion, fans closed, resembling curved daggers as she dove in a diagonal arc, aiming for Deus’ shoulder.

Deus didn’t flinch. His head tilted slightly, eyes calmly watching her motion like one admiring snowfall.

Just before impact, she twisted, vanished in a blink—and reappeared above his head, slamming her fan down.

A loud clang rang as her fan met his arm, but it was like striking divine steel. Her frost aura surged, coating his skin in instant ice—but again, the ice cracked apart from the pressure of his dormant aura.