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!

Zhuoer roared, "Is that all you've got, these useless tricks?!"


"Shut up!" Arcado snapped back angrily, a rare occurrence, "All you do is bark orders, why don't you do something yourself?!"


Zhuoer sneered, "Do you really want to see what I can do?"


The shadow puppets quickly converged and then sank into the shadows, disappearing without a trace. But Ybur suddenly had a bad premonition, like a small fish swimming in the ocean and suddenly sensing the approach of a shark. Something seemed to be spreading in the surrounding shadows, something deeper than the darkness itself, like ink seeping into water and gradually diffusing.


"Stop... stop for a second..." Clara said in a crumbling voice inside of Ybur.


Chapter 152 Exhilarating