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 was shaken to his core as he saw the light of creation flowing down from the highest point of the Dream Sea. At that time, the Dream Realm was still a vista of chaos, with its various layers not yet fully distinct, and the Spirit Nether World did not even exist. A divine radiance surged downward, and everything in the Dream Realm tumbled with it; thus, the pure ascended while the turbid descended. One by one, the layers of the Dream Realm were progressively distinguished, and the frenzied storms of nihility were bound within the Storm Sea, as the Five Elements gradually rose from chaos!


Then, the divine light continued downward to the lowest layer—the Primogenital World—where the force of mind slowly faded away. "Matter" and "reality" began to coalesce from the mind's image. The Awake World was nurtured into being like an infant in the womb, and the Shallow Sea was the amniotic fluid that enveloped it...


Chapter 93 This Time It's a Genuine Fortune Beast