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!

The earth trembled slightly. From the high ceilings and rocky walls, bits of stone fell rustling down. Karlo looked up at the sky with a hint of nervousness, a worry twisting between her brows.


These days, such small earthquakes have been happening more and more frequently. Gazing up at the lofty ceiling, the Fourth Rank warrior's body was as tough as iron, allowing her to stare directly at the blazing lamps overhead. Perhaps it was in the light that she began to have an illusion that seemed both real and deceptive, as if more pebbles were slowly descending. A roaring sound was growing in her ears, and Karlo gradually found it hard to distinguish between reality and delusion. Confused, she watched as cracks opened in the ceiling, and amidst the deafening noise, huge rocks fell with a crash, burying her...


Chapter 11 We Walk Sideways in Xinlandon!