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 raised a hand and said, "Us Muggles discussing this does seem rather comical... I'll find a professional to come over."


Everyone looked towards Ybur. Seconds later, Ybur drew a dimensional rift in midair... The cold moonlight flowed out from it. The people from the Snow Plain Train all paid their respects: "Lord Hidden Moon."


The image of Hidden Moon, like an illusion, appeared behind Ybur's dimensional rift and nodded with a smile, then addressed the Dragon Emperor, "Jing An, Your Majesty."


Chapter 119: Extremely Hard to Kill