Chapter 432: A Myriad of Great Daos Upon One Slime

A deity of death swearing by death itself—that carried considerable weight.

It wasn’t that the oath itself had any mystical binding power, but rather that when a deity turned away from their own power, that power would abandon them.

It was like a mage deity who mastered water elements trying to embrace drought, or a mage deity who commanded fire elements trying to reject combustion...

Divine authority itself was the foundation of a deity’s existence. Once they violated the laws that sustained them, their power would backfire.

The law of the Death Authority was respect for and execution of death itself. If one used it to swear an oath but then broke that vow, death itself would refuse to acknowledge that deity.

Their divine essence would collapse in an instant, plunging them from the lofty position of a god into a fragile existence worse than that of an ordinary creature.

A primordial will born from the remains of Ignis, in exchange for the freedom to leave that cage, had willingly given up its soon-to-be divine status.

Chen Yu mulled over the pros and cons of this situation in his mind.

If the Death Shadow was willing to leave the Sun Divine Kingdom on its own, there was no better outcome than this. Besides, the Empire would gain a demigod’s assistance in return.

Chen Yu stared directly into those massive eyes. “I can agree to your request, but I need to see your actions first.”

“Gurgle gurgle... Round one, thank you.”

The Death Shadow radiated joy the moment it heard his agreement.

It couldn’t wait to contract inward, severing its connection to the divine kingdom. Its outline grew blurry, fine bubbles rising from it like a pot of boiling ink.

Chen Yu crouched in place and watched, his small eyes blinking unblinkingly at its transformation. His gel body tightened slightly, ready to retreat at any sign of trouble.

He had witnessed many ascension scenes, but this was the first time he had personally seen a deity willingly abandon its power.

But just as it reached the halfway point, the massive shadow’s transformation suddenly stalled.

The shadow seemed to have all its supporting framework ripped away, collapsing from within. Large chunks of darkness peeled off and dissolved into nothingness.

In an instant, the colossal shadow that had dwelt in the divine kingdom for who knows how many years had vanished completely. Only a small lump remained, looking somewhat like a shadow larva that hadn’t fully developed.

It crouched quietly on the ground, as if testing its surroundings like a small animal, then let out a childish murmur.

Chen Yu blinked his small eyes.

This scene was completely unexpected.

Wait—if he wasn’t mistaken, the Death Shadow had abandoned all its power, including its Death Authority?

No, that was way too polite.

He had asked it to lower its status, not to discard its Death Authority along with everything else.

Now it had regressed all the way back to being the most primitive shadow creature. Its intelligence, memories, even its language ability—all gone.

His gel brain thought for a moment, quickly piecing together the cause and effect.

It wasn’t that the Death Shadow had voluntarily abandoned its power. Rather, its intense desire for freedom and new life had fundamentally violated the Death Authority.

Deep down, it had already renounced its identity as a death deity, causing the Death Authority to turn away from it.

So it became a pure primordial life form.

Well then.

The crisis seemed to have been resolved, but he felt like he’d gotten the short end of the stick.

He was supposed to receive a demigod’s promise of help. Now the demigod was gone, leaving only a small shadow larva that could only gurgle.

Chen Yu hopped closer a few steps, reached out a small gel hand, and poked the shadowy lump.

This little thing’s texture was cool and soft, a bit like touching a clump of wet moss just pulled from water.

It let out a pitiful murmur but didn’t dodge.

Chen Yu poked it again. It still didn’t move away. Instead, it rubbed against his gel, letting out a friendly gurgle, as if it regarded him as a trustworthy pillar of support.

Chen Yu looked down at the little thing enthusiastically rubbing against his gel, suspecting it had mistaken him for its mother.

Probably because they were both round lumps that looked a lot like slimes. It was indeed easy for a newborn creature to mistake him for one of its own kind.

Taking him for its mother was perfectly reasonable... or not.

Who wanted to babysit a brat?

Chen Yu unceremoniously flicked it away with his gel.

The shadowy little thing let out a whimper, then scampered back and hugged him again.

Fine. This little guy wasn’t going anywhere for now.

But the threat of death power facing the Empire had been resolved in a way he never expected.

To prevent this little thing from becoming the master of death power again, he kept his promise. He reached out his small gel hand, scooped it up, and prepared to take it out of the Sun Divine Kingdom.

The little thing shrank into his palm, letting out a reassuring murmur, as if it had found the first being it could rely on in this dark, cold world.

Chen Yu passed through the fissure and returned to the observation station in the Forge Region.

“Your Majesty.” The old mage sighed in relief when he saw him return. “How are things inside?”

The gel avatar merged back into the main body, and Chen Yu opened his eyes.

“The threat inside has disappeared, but this is, after all, a divine kingdom left by a deity. No one knows what might still happen in there.”

“The Empire needs you to station here long-term, monitor any movements in the Forge Region, and report daily to the Empire.”

The old mage placed his right hand over his chest and bowed. “It is my duty. Rest assured, Your Majesty.”

Chen Yu nodded with satisfaction, his gel avatar swaying, and decided to give the mages stationed here a raise.

They would continue to observe the Sun Afterimage here, just in case another accident occurred in the Forge Region.

He then passed through the Gel Teleportation Gate, brought the shadow larva back to the Royal Palace, and temporarily handed it over to Little Flower to look after.

“Little one, be good and don’t cause trouble.”

Little Flower patted its head, trying to calm it down.

The shadow larva stopped moving and just stared at her with wide eyes.

Who would have thought that before this, this thing had been a demigod wielding death power?

If Little Flower knew its true identity, she’d probably be terrified.

To be honest, he didn’t have much time to take care of this little thing.

He had endless documents to process every day, cultivation to maintain, and regular check-ins on the development progress of Farvoyage Port. He didn’t have time to be a babysitter.

Hmm...

Well, of all the things he just listed, only the cultivation part was real. Little Flower handled the rest.

He was just looking for an excuse not to take care of a kid.

Just then, he thought of Count Bran.

That guy was tinkering with his Shadow Legion deep in the Shadow Mountains, recruiting wandering shadow creatures everywhere. He probably had plenty of space for this little thing.

Perfect—let it join Bran’s Shadow Legion and let Count Bran deal with the headache.

He casually wrote a note and handed it, along with the shadow larva, to a Slime Messenger heading to deliver supplies to the Shadow Mountains.

Once he sent this little guy away, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

When he had a moment of free time, Little Flower spat out a letter from her gel and hopped over to hand it to him.

“Big Brother, a letter from the south. It’s addressed to you.”

“A letter from the south?”

Chen Yu took it. The seal bore the mark of a silver dragon scale.

Oros’s reply had finally arrived.

He used his small gel hand to break the wax seal, unfolded the letter paper, read through it once, then read it a second time, making sure he hadn’t misunderstood what this old dragon was trying to say.

When he heard that Chen Yu wanted to borrow money, this usually generous old dragon had become extremely cautious—or rather, stingy—in his wording.

He had written several pages in graceful, polite Dragon Tongue. The gist of it could be summarized as, “I really want to help, but I can’t.”

As for the reason, he explained it quite thoroughly in the letter.

In recent years, the silver dragon’s nest had relied mainly on income from Astral vein mines and ancient relic expeditions. But things hadn’t been great in the last few centuries. Mine output had been declining year by year, and the nest’s treasury wasn’t an endless well.

However, Oros hadn’t completely shut the door.

In the latter half of the letter, he provided plenty of Astral coordinates for black dragon lairs.

He also confidently stated that these black dragons loved hoarding wealth and usually preferred to operate alone. Attacking them wouldn’t provoke retaliation from other black dragons.

He even hinted in the letter that Father God wouldn’t interfere with the Empire’s plan to punish these dragon pests.

Chen Yu strongly suspected that this old dragon didn’t actually have no money to lend. He just had a long-standing grudge against those black dragons and wanted to use the Empire’s hand to teach them a lesson without lifting a finger himself.

But the Empire really did need money.

If the Golem Project relied solely on slowly saving up in the Treasury, it would take at least a decade to gather enough funds to manufacture a Legendary golem.

A decade wasn’t long for a Legendary mage. Some Legendary golems even took a lifetime of a mage’s effort to create. A few decades seemed quite fast from a mage’s perspective.

But for Chen Yu, it was still too slow.

He couldn’t wait that long.

He thought for a moment and had Little Flower issue a series of black dragon hunting missions at the Adventurer’s Guild in both Triumph City and Farvoyage Port.

The content was simple. Based on the Astral coordinates provided by the mission, adventurers were to head to the specified locations and investigate the situation of the black dragon lairs.

Confirm whether black dragons were dwelling in the lairs, observe their activity patterns, and find ways to bring back any recyclable resources from the lairs to Farvoyage Port.

The missions were restricted to adventure guilds with Extraordinary professionals. This would filter out inexperienced rookie teams and prevent unnecessary casualties.

After handling all this, Chen Yu sat back down on the Throne.

He glanced out the window. The afternoon sunlight was slanting through gaps in the clouds, coating the rooftops of Slime City in a warm, golden hue.

Nice weather. Tomorrow should be another good day.

With these matters settled, the Empire could finally enjoy a period of peace.

...

Four days later, deep in the Corrupted Miasma Mountains.

Chen Yu spread his gel stomach open like a black hole, swallowed the last mana anomaly point whole, and let out a satisfied burp.

Species: Emperor Slime

Level: Epic Lv.14 [EXP: 0/140]

Cultivation: Golden Core Lv.13 [Spiritual Energy: 90/130]

Life Status: Robust [HP: 20,000,000/20,000,000]

His Magical Creature level had finally broken through to 14.

Though it was only a single step forward, Chen Yu could feel that this small gel body of his now contained vitality more terrifying than that of a Giant Dragon.

Most importantly, he had gained a new Magical Creature talent.

[Gel Fusion Lv.6]

The effect of the new talent was simple.

Chen Yu preferred to call it “Monarch and Subjects as One.”

By fusing with his slime subjects, he could temporarily turn other slimes into a part of himself.

During the fusion, he could share their Health Points while also acquiring their characteristics, Magical Creature talents, and skill techniques.

Chen Yu mentally compared this new talent with his others and found that its growth potential was impressive.

That meant he could now fuse with Big Brother Slime’s golden characteristics, transforming all his gel into high-density golden gel, increasing its hardness and impact resistance.

Or fuse with Rem, turning into a semi-energy-form Holy Light Slime, gaining holy light characteristics that dealt extra damage to darkness and Undead creatures.

Or fuse with five slimes of different elements, gathering the power of five elements to become a true Elemental Slime.

The more types of slimes there were, the higher this talent’s ceiling would be.

Originally, Gel Fusion at Lv.6 could only fuse up to twelve slimes. But the Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao had kicked in again, raising the fusion count to twenty-four.

And the current Empire probably couldn’t even find twenty-four different variants of slimes.

He thought for a moment. It wasn’t just different racial variants that counted. Slimes following different career paths—Warrior Slimes, Mage Slimes, and so on—could also provide him with completely different skills and combat experience.

Fuse with a Slime Knight skilled in swordsmanship, and he could gain the other’s sword techniques. Fuse with a Slime Mage specializing in spells, and he could use that one’s spell knowledge.

But soon, Chen Yu’s small brain came up with a new use for Gel Fusion.

Come to think of it, the Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao could transform all things into Dao Gel, including living creatures.

Under the Great Dao, he could regard all his subjects as slimes.

Did that mean he could absorb not just slime subjects, but also humans, Giant Dragons, elves, dwarves, orcs...?

What could such a fusion create?

Elf Slime?

Gain higher magical talent, elven beauty, and superb archery skills?

Giant Dragon Slime?

Gain greater strength and Resistance, as well as the characteristics of different dragon types?

Moss Monster Slime?

Make himself more delicious?

Tsk... The Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao was really too authoritative after all.

This possibility had directly doubled the potential of Gel Fusion.

This line of thought completely opened his mind, and a bolder idea sprang up in his head.

If he first used the Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao to transform Galvin into a slime form, then fused with Galvin, could he white out the latter’s The Path of the Conqueror’s Triumph?

If the Great Dao counted as a type of skill or experience, then couldn’t he go back to Xu Xuan Heaven, white out all the Golden Core Great Daos of every sect, and ascend together with them?

Chen Yu thought that if there was such a thing as a slime genius, he was definitely the most imaginative one.

Although slime fusion only increased Health Points, not attributes, when a myriad of Great Daos were bestowed upon one slime, attributes no longer mattered.

Perhaps when that day truly came, he could become the true Slime of the Great Dao?