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!

Ybur momentarily blanked out, then seemed thoughtful.


He didn't know whether Afu Jiala had taken in the old man's words.


Many issues do not need to be made too clear from the start… About himself, he indeed had many uncertainties, but why should he think everything through so thoroughly? It was fine to move forward with uncertainties, after all, who is born with all knowledge? Everyone gropes their way forward, and their self-awareness gradually builds up. A realm is a cornerstone, and if one's thoughts are too detached, diverging from this cornerstone, one would only drift toward an unknown domain...


At this thought, Ybur suddenly felt the fog of confusion in his heart clear, the remaining hint of negativity also dissipated like smoke.


"Not so?" Sherry interjected, "That's because her talent is extraordinary. Reaching the Divine Domain at just the Fifth Rank is what caused these experiences. You actually never had such worries, right?"


Chapter 47 I Must Choose Emperor Dragon