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 hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "It's not that wasteful, many things seem to be quite helpful to me, and this martial arts is indeed quite powerful..."


Bai Zhouqiao smiled and said, "Strength and weakness are indeed very important, but they are not the essence of martial arts."


With that, Bai Zhouqiao began to twirl a twig in his hand, "What do you think martial arts is?"


It seemed rather odd to Ybur; here in Jiuxia, although the martial artists were all exceedingly fierce, they always emphasized "practicing martial arts for strengthening the body and health" ... Ybur thought to himself, bloody hell, that's a bit too hypocritical!


He said, "If not for victory, then it's for survival."


Chapter 73 The Essence of Martial Arts