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!

"Illiterate." Sherry was utterly merciless.


Gao Tianci had already crawled into the statue to rest, and Ybur, unable to save face, had no choice but to dive into his own Body Secret Source within to ask for Sherry's guidance, only to be met with her scathing mockery. It puffed up in anger: "Is this my fault? Whether it's the Jiuxia people or the practitioners of Mysticism from Avizte, they all like to throw a bunch of messy metaphors and imagery into the cultivation methods. Even the Artful Speaking can't translate them! If someone doesn't specialize in this, who could understand?"


Ybur then tried to flatter: "But aren't you here for me?"


Sherry "hmpf"ed with arrogance: "You're asking the right person!"


Chapter 150 Fire Poison Flesh-sculpting