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!

A day later, Mo Xieke had essentially finished cleansing the area.


Although Mo Xieke possesses an infinitely complex network of tunnels underground, interwoven and layered, Zhuoer might want to infiltrate and wage a guerrilla war, but Jiuxia really has no answer to that.


However, Zhuoer truly lacks that decisive Combat Will to resist. Once they realized that the situation was irreversible, many of them began surrendering in droves... The Matriarch of the Tajizana family was even specially invited to act as an ambassador for the surrender, and the results were outstanding.


With the battle largely finished, Ybur took a look around, realized there was nothing left for him to do, and curled up his consciousness, returning back to the small City God Temple.


This place gave him a sense of great security.


Chapter 111 Could I Really Be the Divine Slime?