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!

If the soul is peeled off piece by piece, what remains in the end?


At the first second of eternity, Ybur was a bit confused.


In the concept of the Awakened, this is the process of "seeking truth", stripping away everything until only a point of True Spirit remains. But Ybur had also tried to enter meditation, searching for its own point of "True Spirit", yet never finding a trace. Time is so prolonged, in the first moment sliding toward the Black Hole, as Ybur looked outward, everything around was slowing down nearly to a halt, it could do nothing but chew over its not-too-long life again and again. Ybur felt like an onion, peeled layer by layer, but ending up empty.


That empty void, unclear whether it spread from inside out or outside in, gradually expanded within its heart. Ybur let out a soft sigh in the world of the mind, perhaps it should have chosen to flee...


Chapter 108: The Remaining Sunlight