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I, a Slime, have also dreamed of becoming a great Demon King!

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: "???"

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Chapter 122 Analyzing the Shadow Dragon

Ybur remained motionless, attempting to enter that state of thoughtlessness.

But in the silence, it wasn't long before it began to feel its sensory capabilities magnified. An itch here, an itch there, it couldn't help but shake and extend its tentacles to scratch, causing the ground to tremor—its body was simply too large; it even conversed with Ah Du while half of its body was underground. When it moved, earth and stones bounced up, spreading cracks around.

It fiercely scratched the itch and, after a while, calmed down again.

Meditation and sitting meditation shared similarities, with meditation entering the Dream Realm being a state of "internal tightness and external looseness," while sitting meditation was slightly different, a kind of... soft but not soft state. Ybur, like focusing a camera lens, carefully adjusted its state but couldn't find that key element; soon, its patience began to wear thin.