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!

Afu Jiala paused mid-action, slightly puzzled, "What is it?"


Ybur was so frustrated that he almost wanted to bash his head against the bird cage. What else could it be? Did this girl truly see no issue at all? For a moment, he even started to doubt the kind of environment she must have been raised in—what kind of environment could produce such an empty-headed Sixth Rank?


Ybur hesitated for a moment: "…May I ask first, how old are you this year?"


Afu Jiala proudly stuck out her flat chest, "Not of age yet, just turned seventeen! How is it? Such a young expert like me, haven't you seen before?"


...As a matter of fact, I have seen one, thought Ybur, that would be me! Not even a year since birth, and already possessing Fifth Rank strength, compared to other geniuses, they are still lacking somewhat. Ah, it does give one a sense of loneliness as an expert. But such extremely young experts must be rare in human society, right?


Chapter 180 Hidden Moon