Slime True Immortal

On the path of the Great Dao, Chen Yu had walked farther than anyone in Zeyarila.

Of course, Zeyarila currently only had him as a Dao Master.

Guiding Galvin was, for him, a simple task.

However, this was ultimately his own Dao. Hearing too many opinions from others would only blur his Dao heart. So he left Galvin a Fake Core and told him to prepare for the upcoming Legendary Seed training camp, no longer interfering with his enlightenment.

As for how far he could go, that was entirely up to him.

After returning to Slime City, Chen Yu gazed at the gel demiplane.

The first thing that came into view was the World Tree rooted within the demiplane, its leaves gently swaying in the void, emitting a soft emerald glow.

Following his memories of Guanshan Dojo, Chen Yu began outlining the contours of the dojo within the demiplane using the World Tree's Authority of Creation.

He used the Primordial Origin Sword Dao to split the sky, tearing a clear boundary through the chaos, leaving behind the mark of the merciless Great Dao.

He used the Primordial Unity True Technique to gather spiritual veins, separating the energies of heaven and earth. The pure energy rose to the sky, the turbid energy sank into the earth, allowing spiritual energy to circulate on its own within the dojo.

A rough little world was thus born.

With a playful sense of mischief, he gave it a name—Little Xu Xuan Heaven.

But he still felt something was missing.

He surveyed this newborn world. Mountains and rivers were there, spiritual veins were arranged, and the overall atmosphere of the dojo already had a bit of an immortal aura.

Ah, that was it. It was missing the crucial symbol of the slimes.

His Divine Sense gently tapped the ground, and a Dao mountain, condensed from gel, rose from the depths of the earth veins with a thunderous roar.

The mountain body appeared as a translucent emerald, shimmering with a warm, gentle light under the reflection of spiritual energy.

Any slime dwelling in this little world, by simply looking up, could comprehend the profound Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao.

Though the name Little Xu Xuan Heaven sounded grand, he knew in his heart that this small world could not compare to the real Xu Xuan Heaven.

Even if it couldn't match the true Xu Xuan Heaven as a place for seeking the Dao, when it came to comprehending *his* Dao, the purity here actually made it easier to grasp.

After doing all this, he shook his gel contentedly.

It was a pity that the Authority of Creation could not be used in the real world and could only be enjoyed within the demiplane.

Otherwise, he would definitely have changed his title and called himself the Creation Slime from now on.

Since Little Xu Xuan Heaven was the Empire's sacred training ground, it wasn't just for Legendary Seeds to enter and comprehend the Great Dao. Slime Mages from the various academies could also undergo layers of selection to earn the qualification to enter Little Xu Xuan Heaven to study the Dao arts.

He also opened up a flat area at the foot of the Dao mountain, planning to establish an Imperial Dao Academy there, specifically for Slime Mages to study the Dao arts.

He shared his thoughts with the slime ministers.

“Mm, what His Majesty says is right!”

After listening to his description, Si Yirong from the decision-making group shook her gel as well, expressing her agreement.

The ministers began hopping around, some already starting to calculate which subjects would be on the entrance exam for the Dao Academy.

Just as everything was getting on track, Oros came to find him.

Chen Yu received him in the flower pavilion of the Royal Palace's back garden.

Spring hadn't fully arrived yet, but a few silver-leaf roses in the back garden were already sprouting new buds. On the stone table in the flower pavilion sat honey scones freshly baked by the chef and a pot of hot tea.

“Honorable Dragon Sir, please enjoy.”

The Slime Mother personally hopped over from the kitchen carrying a tray. She set the tea set and snacks neatly on the stone table and bowed slightly to Oros.

“Oh, thank you, madam.” Oros slightly bowed in thanks, then picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The Slime Mother nudged Chen Yu, saying something about making sure to treat his friend well, before hopping away with a *plop plop*.

They chatted for a while. Oros asked about the Empire's recent movements, and Chen Yu briefly mentioned the progress of the pioneering edict.

When the conversation turned to Winterhold, Oros put down his teacup and gave him some good news: “Those little ones are the most diligent craftsmen I have ever seen. They were faster than I anticipated. The magic formation covering Winterhold has been completed ahead of schedule.”

“There's one more thing.” He set down his cup, his silver brows arching slightly. “Soon, a batch of young silver dragons from the Dragon Nest will be returning to the Material Plane to train and will be stationed in the nest in the Empire's southern border.”

“Is the Empire ready for this?”

Chen Yu shook his gel, his tone carrying a hint of barely concealed pride: “Of course. Don't underestimate the Imperial Engineering Corps' abilities. The Imperial Engineering Corps inherited the earth-and-wood cultivators from Xu Xuan Heaven. They work very fast.”

“The Dragon Nest is almost fully developed. It just needs some decorative crystals and nesting materials. The young silver dragons can move right in once they arrive.”

Oros nodded with satisfaction.

The adequacy of the Dragon Nest's preparation was a direct reflection of how much the Empire valued the silver dragon clan.

Chen Yu clearly understood this, so he had invested massive resources into the Dragon Nest project, even finely controlling the temperature and humidity inside the nest to ensure the silver dragons would be comfortable.

Oros stood up, straightened his robes, and bid Chen Yu farewell.

“My Lord, I will be leaving now.”

“So soon? Won't you stay a few more days?” Chen Yu, perched on the stone table of the flower pavilion, blinked his small eyes in surprise.

“Everything that needed to be done is done. The rest is just waiting for time to work its magic.” Oros smiled.

“I plan to return to the Dawnlands first and see an old friend. He's been pestering me for my manuscripts for decades. This time, when I go back, I hope he won't be so angry that he hits me with his walking cane.”

“Also, I'll supervise the publishing process for the *Biography of the Slime Hero King*, making sure those editors who love to cut and paste don't chop my articles up too much.”

“I've already asked Andrew to reserve space for several illustrations during the layout. The painter was personally selected by me. Perhaps it will be a surprise for you, my Lord.”

Before leaving, Oros took a folded Star Chart from his bosom and placed it on the stone table.

“This is the Astral coordinate for the silver dragon's nest. It's not too far from the Empire's Farvoyage Port. If you fly along the silver thread marked on the chart, you can reach it in about a few days.”

“Those young ones in the nest haven't seen a living slime in centuries. If they are rude in any way, please forgive them, my Lord.”

“However, in the Astral Realm, you need to be especially careful of void dragons. They are the filthiest thieves in the Astral Realm, always targeting newly opened shipping routes.”

“Once they set their sights on you, not only will your cargo be looted clean, but even your pioneers might meet with misfortune.”

Chen Yu took the Star Chart, unfolded it for a glance, and then carefully tucked it away into his gel belly.

“Got it.”

Oros said no more. He turned and walked towards the open space behind the Royal Palace, transforming into his massive silver dragon form.

His silver scales shimmered with a dazzling cold light under the afternoon sun. When his dragon wings unfurled, they stirred a gust of wind, kicking up a flurry of snow.

He looked back once at the direction of the flower pavilion, then beat his wings and took off. His enormous body glided silently southward, passing over Slime City without disturbing a single resident.

Chen Yu, perched on the stone table of the flower pavilion, tilted his head up, watching Oros's form gradually disappear into the clouds, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

That old dragon's magic was truly powerful.

To fly over Slime City with a physique like his without catching the attention of a single resident in the streets below.

The edict to explore the Astral Realm had caused the entire Empire to buzz with excitement for nearly half a month.

Even the sailors at the Merchant Alliance's most distant ports from Slime City had heard the news that the Empire was going to explore the Astral Realm.

The news was transmitted station by station through the Gel Network. Each time it passed a signal tower, local slimes would copy it down and post it on the bulletin board.

Or the slimes would directly transmit it to local human adventurers and mercenaries through Mental Resonance.

Today was the day the explorer list was to be finalized.

In every city's tavern or square, the usual noisy clamor had vanished. Adventurers, mercenaries, and sailors were gathered quietly around the slimes, as if intently listening to something.

These slimes all possessed gel communicators, allowing them to directly connect to the Gel Network and receive daily broadcasts from the very heart of the Empire.

Thanks to them, even sailors who spent years at sea could, in their spare time, hear amusing anecdotes from the other end of the Empire, or listen to stories they had never heard before.

Like secret discoveries in ancient ruins, or the deeds of young heroes just emerging on the opposite side of the continent.

For this reason, most adventurers dared not offend these little fellows.

After all, who could refuse a little ball of goo that could bring luck to their adventures and even get them online?

Well, the prerequisite was that a tavern had to employ a slime.

Come on, if a tavern didn't have a slime stationed there, even the most boastful dwarf sailor wouldn't want to go in for a drink.

Luckily, hiring them wasn't expensive.

To keep these little ones around, all one usually needed was some honey water and some pretty decorative crystals.

They would then perch on the tavern counter, sipping their honey water while broadcasting the Gel Network's news, letting out a *plop* now and then to remind the bartender it was time for a refill.

If you were lucky enough to invite a slime to join you on an adventure, it was like wearing a good luck charm, blessed by fortune. That was simply the best.

City bookstores had even seen a boom in adventure literature featuring slime companions.

In those illustrated adventure novels, the protagonist always had a round, green slime by their side, responsible for giving the most crucial advice at the most crucial moments.

Everyone from noble ladies to tavern sailors loved them to bits.

That old, discriminatory title of "Shame of the Magical Creatures" was no longer uttered by anyone.

As usual, after a long day's work, people of various races gathered again at the tavern closest to the docks in Misty Bay Harbor.

This tavern was called the "Salt-Soaked Barrel," one of the oldest taverns in Misty Bay Harbor, rumored to have existed since the port was first built.

The tavern's walls had been stained a deep brown by centuries of sea wind. Shelves behind the bar were crammed with bottles of liquor from all over the continent.

Dwarves, humans, half-elves, and even a half-beastman quietly drinking in a corner filled the cramped tavern.

Following their daily habit, they began to listen to the broadcast transmitted through the slime's Mental Resonance.

The slime was perched on the bar top. Only after the tavern owner had poured it a full saucer of honey water did it give a satisfied *plop* and transmit the broadcast.

In the broadcasted list of Astral Realm explorers, they heard some familiar names.

“Raven Arevalo, huh?” A sailor was puzzled when he heard the name.

A mercenary sitting at the bar, holding a cup of wine, chin-pointed towards the sailors at the other end of the counter. “You've never heard of the famous Frost Wolf Knight? He's the deputy army commander of the Border Corps.”

“Lord Raven has been famous for a long time. Later, to resist the rule of the demons, he joined the current Empire.”

“Brandon Harper?! Did you hear that, Brandon Harper!” A middle-aged hunter in an old leather armor suddenly stood up from a corner.

A young sailor asked curiously, “Who's that now?”

The middle-aged hunter glared at him. “You haven't heard the name Harper, and you still dare to say you've been around in Misty Bay Harbor?”

“He's the most famous adventurer from my hometown of Silvervale! Back in the day, he led a team to hunt down a troll. That's no small feat!”

The young sailor shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak again.

Another old sailor leaning by the window grunted twice: “Hmph, that really is impressive.”

“I've been to that place, Silvervale. It's a godforsaken backwater where even a goblin wouldn't want to spend half a day. For someone like him to come out of there is indeed something.”

“Isaac Ashton, did you hear that?” A fat sailor chimed in, discussing other names.

“I know him. A few years ago, he was still moving cargo for people on the Misty Bay Harbor docks. He couldn't even afford a decent set of armor. I even bought him a meal once.”

A mercenary beside him burst out laughing, raising his glass in a toast. “Hahaha, keep bragging! I might as well say I used to shine his shoes!”

The fat sailor was flustered. “I really did buy him a meal! At that fishcake shop on the old docks! He still owes me for that meal!”

The tavern erupted in a roar of laughter.

The list in the broadcast was very long. Most of the names on it, they didn't recognize. But just picking out a few familiar names from their own hometowns was enough for them to brag about for a good while.

Then, the tavern would ring with the clinking of mugs and tankards.

Of course, some also noticed that people from almost every race were on this list. Even the half-elves, who had recently been holding gatherings in the south, were participating.

This Slime Emperor was truly putting his philosophy of racial equality into practice.

Perhaps they would never have imagined before that now they could sit in a tavern without leaving and hear news from the distant western frontier.

The word “Empire” was too grand and abstract for them. The Empire's development hadn't changed their original life trajectories.

But these little slimes that came from Slime City had truly added a lot of fun to their otherwise tedious daily lives.

Now, even an adventurer fresh from the countryside could hold forth about the deeds of heroes, quickly find common ground with the locals, and get along harmoniously.

If they also boasted about being comrades on an adventure with Oros, when they got to the boring parts, they were often treated to a few drinks by those previously stingy sailors.

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