Winter Snow Thousand Cat Lanterns

The vast Dream Sea, atop layers of miracles and magnificence, where Transcendents walk the ascendant path guided by their ultimate longings as if by beacons.
The supreme beings wielded power, their greatness shining in all directions, ascending to divinity.
But even deities were not the ultimate. They too struggled for greater perfection and ideals, endlessly, within the Void Origin, above the Dream Sea.
"So... Your Majesty Ybur, as the most powerful Slime in history, what exactly drives you to become stronger?"
Many years later, when faced with the question from a Heavenly envoy, Ybur, who by then stood at the zenith of the Dream Realm as the "World Devourer," recalled the afternoon just after his birth when the Creator had stuffed him down a golden toilet and flushed him into the sewers in one go...
After a long silence, he spoke with a heavy tone:
"It's the toilet. The golden toilet."
The envoy: "???"

I, a Slime, have also dreamed of becoming a great Demon King!

A Mind Image Gate suddenly opened out of nowhere, and then Ybur burst through, landing with a smack in a clump of light clouds.


The people of Cold Plateau were not ones who couldn't leave the Spirit Nether World, but they seldom chased prey to the extent that those mindless nightmare creatures did. Because the Cold Plateau's folk were more like assassins who would flee thousands of miles if their first strike missed. They hunted in groups, very carefully ensuring their hunt was successful, but if they found that their prey actually had the ability to escape, they were unlikely to continue the tiring pursuit. For the people of Cold Plateau, it simply wasn't worth it.


With a strong effort, Ybur pulled his head out of the clump of clouds, shook it vigorously, and then looked around.


The first layer of the Dream Sea, the Primogenital World.


Chapter 108 It's those Winged Serpent People again!