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 Hanging Demon, born under the blessing of a pale young girl, naturally gravitates towards the Path of the Void.


This meant that the Hanging Demon wasn't exactly a physical monster; its real strength lay in the manipulation of energy and souls, with the Necrofire being a manifestation of its power. And the reason it could grab Mixius's Flame Blade earlier was precisely because of this.


However, this also meant... when faced with direct physical attacks, the Hanging Demon was actually quite frail, even weaker than a typical Fourth Rank.


The barrage of throws from Ybur sent the Hanging Demon flying away, but its figure shattered in mid-air, transforming into a large pile of ropes scattering in all directions.


Chapter 150: Song of Life