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 furrowed her eyebrows, "I can't understand how someone could rashly advance."


The old man chuckled and said, "Actually, in dealing with one's own creations, you and I were very much alike in our youth; both perfect perfectionists. You can notice many things that mediocrities can't see, but it took me half a lifetime to realize that... this isn't necessarily a good thing."


Gongshu Zhu slowly rose from the recliner, his gaze slightly scattered as if he were recalling something. After a while, he said, "Let me tell you a story..."


"The power of a Creator comes from the Path of Metamorphosis and requires abundant imagination as raw material, but also needs constant and stable ideals for maintenance. If one is limited to capricious and baseless imagination, one will slide into the Phantom Pathway... and in my youth, many considered me unfit to walk this path because, although I was filled with Spiritual Energy, I couldn't concentrate."


Chapter 46 The Dream of the Creator_2