Mira moaned into the kiss, her body shuddering, the warmth of his load pushing her into another wave of ecstasy, her pussy clenching tighter, her thighs trembling, her lips trembling against his.
They broke the kiss, gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat, Mira’s huge lons heaving against his chest, her fat ass quivering as she collapsed onto him, spent.
Deus’s groans faded into heavy breaths, his hands still gripping her waist, his cock still buried in her, the aftershocks of his creampie rippling through her pussy, his divine senses buzzing with satisfaction.
They went on and on. By the ti they were done, it was daybreak. Wearing back his beast soul robe, Deus and Mira moved out...
Speeding through the outlands by flight, the next second they’d reached their destination—the Great Lun Empire.
A vast, translucent do-like formation shimred around the empire, stretching across the sky like a pale aurora. It pulsed gently, a veil of light so thin it looked fragile—yet in truth, it could withstand the attacks of a 6-star Souler to so extent. A deceptive shell hiding terrifying resilience.
"Hmm... seeing the dos this close, I’m surprised. My senses weren’t wrong. They’ve discovered thods to use dungeon cores for extrely large formations."
’Hmm...’ Deus’s gaze shifted toward the two guards stationed at the entrance of the do.
Slowly, he descended and landed right in front of them, placing his hands gently on their heads.
He was right in front of them, yet the guards didn’t flinch. Not because they were ignoring him—but because they genuinely couldn’t see him. Ti around them had frozen. One of them stood with his mouth open, mid-sentence, frozen mid-conversation.
Yes, Deus had frozen ti. Earth was within his plane now. To him, freezing ti was trivial.
The instant his hands touched their heads, he soul-searched one of them using beast soul thods. A torrent of information flowed into his mind in a flash.
In that mont, Deus knew many things about the Great Lun Empire.
"Empress Ivana Frost... Nice. Who would’ve guessed that this great mortal empire was single-handedly led by an Empress, not an Emperor. One with great affinity to ice and ice-type beast souls..."
His gaze shifted to Mira, who hovered quietly behind him.
"Let’s go," he said in a cold voice.
He and Mira flew forward, phasing through the do as if it were air. It didn’t resist them. Not even slightly.
After a few seconds of flying, signs of human habitation began to appear. The outer territory had been left empty on purpose—to give ti for evacuation or strategic response in case of a sudden beast tide overwhelming the Souler Army and the formation defenses.
They flew above the streets, heading straight for the capital. Covering millions of ters in re seconds, their speed was overwhelming—and still, it wasn’t even close to their maximum.
Deus could have teleported directly to the heart of the Great Lun Empire, but he chose not to. He chose to fly.
Why? Because along the way, he was scouring through the mories of frozen mortals, sweeping his gaze over them and gathering information. His intel on this world was outdated, and he needed to understand the current landscape.
He valued the mories of stronger mortals more—but he didn’t ignore the weak. Every piece of information could be vital. Many mortals saw but did not understand the deeper anings behind what they witnessed. Only with his experience could the truth be pulled from their minds.
Then his eyes glead with an ominous glint.
"So other gods have already started making moves... weakening this world through dungeons... creating worshippers to sow discord among my people. They’ve hidden it so smoothly even Mira wasn’t able to notice. If not for the casual sighting of a mortal, I wouldn’t have learned of this either. Hmph... Now that I’m here, I won’t let such a loophole exist. To stand its ground against the sches of all other gods, this world must be united. The best way is to clean them of those mories that influence them... using my Soul Path thods."
By the ti Deus uncovered this crucial information, he was already close to the capital of the Great Lun Empire—Valebastion, the seat of Empress Ivana Frost.
He continued flying, eyes locked on the strongest presence in the area.
It was a field. Isolated. Far from the public eye. There, a beautiful figure with an hourglass form and flowing white hair moved with precision and grace.
She stood alone, practicing techniques with two crescent-shaped fans—physical manifestations of her beast soul. Her training outfit was sleek and form-fitting, designed for mobility and speed: a sleeveless frost-blue combat tunic with silver trims, reinforced leggings with ice-crystal plating along the calves, and fingerless gloves that glowed faintly with embedded beast essence sigils. Her boots crunched lightly against the frost-laced ground, leaving mirrored imprints that shimred briefly before fading.
Each wave of her twin fans summoned powerful gales infused with biting cold. The air around her danced with frost spirals, forming arcs and crescents with every graceful slash. Ice petals fluttered outward from her movents, freezing the very moisture in the air into sharp shards that sparkled in the pale morning light. One strike sent a spiral wind tunneling outward, while another caused the ground beneath to crackle with an icy bloom.
She was unaffected by Deus’s ti freeze—or rather, Deus had made it so.
Her fans clashed in front of her, then separated with a burst of frosted wind, sending a burst of cold energy outward like a shield. She moved like a blizzard given form—controlled, powerful, beautiful.
Then she stopped.
Her movents halted. Her breathing slowed.
Her gaze turned solemn.
She had sensed sothing—a powerful presence heading straight toward her at frightening speed. Her brows furrowed.
What troubled her wasn’t just the presence itself—it was her own senses. They had suddenly shrunk. Diminished. She could no longer extend her perception beyond a few dozen ters. Her aura, once sprawling like a snowstorm, had been boxed in.
That alone told her everything she needed to know.
Whatever was coming...
...was not to be underestimated.
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