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!

The elder didn't wallow in sentimentality for long and soon shifted the topic, saying, "City of the Sunwheel and Ingjart are quite well-known as well, especially Ingjart. I've heard that the people there recovered best after the fall of the sun, they even managed to build trains that could shuttle across the snow plains, traveling between cities to conduct trade... It's a shame that Ingjart and Jiuxia are too far apart, I've never seen that train. To be honest, I really do want to have a look."


Ybur then indulged in another fantasy, of a colossal steel train speeding through the snowstorm, its operation generating such heat that the frozen block of atmosphere around it vaporized, creating howling winds.


"And what about City of the Sunwheel?" it asked again.


The elder shrugged, "In the past, it was the main base for Sun God worship, but now, who knows? It's been a long time since I've heard anything from there."


Chapter 116: The Primordial Slime!