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!

Another half a minute, and that female Zhuoer should have been unable to hold on, and more importantly, in another half a minute, its real body would have arrived! By then, it could directly fuse with Karlo and meanwhile activate the feathers of Temir to recover, even if it had to face a Third Rank Demon Body Shapeshifter, Ybur was confident that, at the very least, it could withstand, and once Joseph and the others recuperated, through coordination, it even hoped for a counter kill!


But it was just short of that little bit!


The victory almost within reach slipped away from the fingertips, a huge reversal from heaven to hell.


This intense regret made Ybur feel as if its body was almost torn into two.


Chapter 143 I'm! Not! Happy!