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 and Macall were both gathered around Ybur, looking at it thoughtfully.


"Stop staring…" Ybur said somewhat helplessly.


The Blood of Honggera remained violent, emitting streams of electricity, leaving Ybur feeling numb all over, still unable to move at the moment, even unable to make a sound. Fortunately, he could still gather the God Secret Source and communicate through his thoughts.


Afu Jiala asked, "Macall, have you figured anything out?"


Macall stroked his chin and after a while, he turned to Ybur and said, "You really are daring, aren't you? Do you think the Blood of Behemoth is something that can be absorbed so easily? But you, you just had to swallow it in one gulp."


Ybur replied weakly, "It's not like I wanted to... I'm just unlucky. I don't know how this thing got inside me…"


Chapter 91 Slime Tattoo