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!

"...what the heck! I thought you had forgotten about me, but it turned out you were just about to die!"


After Ybur briefly explained, the Winged Serpent People became excited and started swimming around him, their tails twitching: "You should have said so earlier, I just learned a new tune that could help you!"


No sooner had she spoken than the Winged Serpent Woman spread her arms, and numerous instruments appeared out of nowhere, moving as if manipulated by invisible musicians, and music began to flow. She swayed her body rhythmically, accompanying the tune, and started to sing softly.


The song was indescribably beautiful, carrying a child-like innocence and the crystal clarity of ice. It was both the sweet juiciness of a watermelon's core and then, suddenly, an enticing whisper in your ear.


Chapter 137: Masterpieces Passed Down Through Generations