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 flicked his wrist and pulled out a wonderful tool belonging to the City God.  


Actually, this item had also just come into his possession a couple of days ago and had not been used yet. Now he unfolded the golden scroll with great enthusiasm and asked, "Name?"  


Ybur's thoughts stirred slightly, and a golden light emerged, sketching a brush in mid-air. He gripped the brush somewhat clumsily with his Golden Body's tiger paw and then sneakily glanced at Sherry—Sherry, understanding his intentions, flipped the book pages, transformed into a dictionary, and showed him the characters for "Gao," "Tian," and "Ci" one by one. Ybur, keeping his composure, inscribed these three characters onto the City God's golden scroll, and immediately a small sculpture emerged beside it.  


Chapter 112 Sui God