Slime True Immortal

Oros calmed down slightly.

He hovered above the snowfield, flapping his dragon wings, his vertical pupils locked tightly onto the pitch-black dragon across from him.

Mortals always loved to argue about which was stronger—the chromatic dragons or the metallic dragons. Could a red dragon's flame melt a golden dragon's scales? Could a blue dragon's lightning pierce a silver dragon's magical shield...

These debates persisted for ages in the taverns of every major city, but in the silver dragon's view, the argument itself was foolish.

For a silver dragon, a black dragon was more like an assassin lurking in a filthy cesspool—sneaky, waiting for you to let your guard down before biting you from behind and bolting.

Meanwhile, they, the holy silver dragons, were noble paladins, destined to eradicate all filth and evil, never stooping to such underhanded tactics in a fair fight.

Oros no longer wanted to bring up his age, but even the wisdom and experience accumulated over his long life were enough to make him more knowledgeable than most human Legendary Mages.

Not to mention how terrifying the strength and physique built up over the years were.

His claws could easily shred shields forged from adamantine. His breath could freeze an entire castle into an ice sculpture.

Yet the black dragon before him had withstood all his physical attacks. Even his bite couldn't leave deep enough marks on the other's scales.

His wisdom told him this was no black dragon.

He was more inclined to believe the black dragon in front of him was a slime transformed.

He knew the black dragon's fighting style all too well.

Ambushes, surprise attacks, using the terrain, striking with lethal precision the moment an opponent showed an opening, or flaunting their strength before weaker beings.

He couldn't help but marvel—this was an unbelievable transformation spell. It even mimicked the Dragon's Aura flawlessly.

But even if it was a slime, so what? His fury had already ignited beyond control.

In the past few hundred years, he had never been this angry.

His Legendary rank of level fourteen was enough to face any challenge, even unexpected tricks like transformation magic.

He let out a deafening roar. With a single powerful flap of his wings, his draconic spell activated instantly. A blizzard of countless ice crystals surged toward Chen Yu.

The ice crystals pattered against the pitch-black scales, a dense clattering filling the air as the fierce wind churned the sky into a blinding white chaos.

Amid the storm, Oros's figure vanished abruptly.

[Teleportation]

The next moment, he appeared behind Chen Yu. His dragon claw slammed into the black dragon's back, the tips of his talons grinding against the scales, sending sparks flying in a long streak.

Just as Chen Yu was sent lurching forward from the force, Oros's paralytic breath surged out right after.

This paralytic miasma managed to pierce even his magic resistance.

In his paralyzed state, Chen Yu lost control of his massive body and plummeted straight down into the ice field, kicking up a massive spray of snow.

Two colossal figures—one black, one silver—engaged in a brutal struggle across the snowfield.

Relying on agile maneuvers and masterful spellcasting, Oros firmly controlled the rhythm of the fight, suppressing Chen Yu.

But as a slime, Chen Yu wasn't one to take things lying down.

He used his Divine Sense to summon the levitating castle. Silver Sparrow raised the castle's altitude and activated the grand formation, launching a sustained bombardment at Oros.

Oros was forced to abandon his diving assault, sharply veering midair to dodge.

[Body Into Sword]

Chen Yu seized the moment to activate the Primordial Origin Sword Dao. His black dragon form disintegrated in an instant, transforming into brilliant golden light that stretched outward on both sides, forming a colossal sword spanning the sky above the snowfield. It swung down at Oros.

The radiance of this sword cut through the blizzard. The golden light reflected from the blade dyed the entire snowfield a faint gold.

Even space itself split open under the sword's edge, and the Gray Mist of the Astral Realm seeped through, wildly devouring the falling snowflakes and air around it.

But to his surprise, Oros didn't retreat at the sight of the sword light. Instead, he grew even more furious.

"Alex!"

He twisted to dodge, conjuring a magical shield on his scales.

But when the great sword grazed Oros, it ignored the magical shield entirely, shaving off some scales and exposing the raw flesh beneath.

Ignoring the searing pain, he teleported away.

[Ice Blade]

Oros pointed into the void before him. Ice blades materialized from thin air, raining down on Chen Yu like a storm.

The ice blades struck the gel. Each hit sent ripples spreading across the surface, but these attacks—enough to freeze an Extraordinary knight into an ice sculpture—landed on Chen Yu with nothing more than a faint tickle.

The levitating castle had already pressed forward. Silver Sparrow once again locked onto Oros with the formation.

Silver Sparrow's voice rang out, "Reporting to Master. The Heavenly Gang and Earthly Killing Extermination Formation has finished charging. Firing."

The accumulated energy surged forth. The beam roared across the dark sky of the snowfield, slamming heavily into Oros's body.

He plummeted rapidly. The ground was blasted into a scorched crater. Layers of snow and frozen earth vaporized instantly, leaving only bubbling magma behind.

[Dragon's Wrath]

Oros shot back up from the crater, his wounds closing and healing entirely within seconds.

He roared in fury, seized Chen Yu—who was still suspended in midair—and grappled with him once more, occasionally hurling holy spells that slammed into his pitch-black scales.

Chen Yu realized this old dragon had an incredibly thick Health Points bar.

Even after all this fighting, it hadn't bottomed out. If anything, he was growing fiercer.

So Chen Yu stopped holding back.

[Gel Projection]

[Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao]

The black dragon's hard scales instantly softened, reverting to gel, and he repelled Oros, who had been clinging tightly to him.

The phantom of the gel demiplane expanded outward from the gel mass. Golden light spilled from the phantom, enveloping him in an aura of majesty.

Oros had seen this ancient kingly Authority before, so it didn't feel unfamiliar.

The only thing that struck him as strange was that a lump of slime could also receive the power of a king.

But he had no time to dwell on it. He locked onto Chen Yu and crashed back into the ice field.

However, unlike the hard landing Oros had imagined, the ice field didn't leave them dizzy from the impact.

The frozen earth should have been as hard as steel. But the moment they touched down, the ground sank softly, then bounced them both back up.

Chen Yu seized the chance to flip over, pinning Oros beneath his gel posterior. The moment they made contact with the ground, a faint green glow began spreading through the depths of the frozen earth.

Oros broke free and flew up, looking around. Beneath his feet, the ground had transformed into a gel realm shimmering with green fluorescence.

He could sense the slime before him—its life force was growing more vigorous by the second, as if it were merging with the space itself.

Others might not notice, but his experience told him this was some kind of demiplane spell he had never seen before. Still, it was the first time he had encountered a demiplane spell of such astonishing scale.

[Dispel Magic]

He tried to forcefully dispel this layer of gel domain.

The radius of the gel demiplane projection did shrink slightly, but it didn't vanish.

[Greater Disjunction]

Oros flapped his wings, dodging Silver Sparrow's pursuit, attempting to undo the sections of land that had been enchanted into gel.

This Legendary spell could dispel most magical effects and enchanted creations. Theoretically, it could even tear open a Legendary mage's demiplane.

But when the Greater Disjunction struck the gel ground, it only dissolved a pit in the gel. The ice field did not return to its original appearance.

He immediately understood—this was yet another strange power from another world.

Oros gave up on that notion entirely.

He stopped dodging and charged straight at the slime floating at the center of the gel realm.

The dragon and the slime tangled together once more, fighting from the sky to the ground, then rolling back up into the air.

By the second day, neither had claimed victory. Oros was already panting heavily, and most of Chen Yu's gel had dissolved in the freezing process.

He guessed that this silver dragon's rank was at least fourteen, and possibly approaching fifteen—the peak of Legendary.

Dealing with ordinary Legendaries hadn't been this exhausting. This old dragon not only had a thick Health Points bar and high magic resistance, but he also had rich combat experience. His regeneration was only slightly worse than Chen Yu's.

Truly terrifying. These creatures from the Astral Realm all had ridiculously high levels one after another.

Even he was getting tired.

But if it came to losing, that wasn't happening. This silver dragon couldn't even touch his true Health Points bar.

The Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao was still too authoritative. Just by assimilating the Elemental Plane into gel and linking lives with it, it had provided fifty million Health Points.

Add that to his original Health Points bar, plus what the Slime Legion provided, and it came to seventy million.

Even if he stood still and let Oros wail on him until the dragon collapsed from exhaustion, he still wouldn't die.

At worst, he could take a sip of the World Tree's Life Droplets and instantly revive at full health. And that was on top of the pile of recovery talents he had.

So unbelievably tanky, it was like a nightmare boss among nightmare bosses.

Even if a team of Legendary adventurers came to challenge him, they'd be swinging their weapons until they questioned their very existence, eventually breaking down completely.

But the downside was also obvious.

Aside from the Primordial Origin Sword Dao, he had almost no other means of dealing substantial damage to this ancient silver dragon.

The Magic Muscle's level couldn't keep up; the amplified strength was limited. It worked well enough as a shield, with much higher Resistance than ordinary gel.

After a full day and night of skirmishing, both the dragon and the slime finally calmed down.

They hovered in midair, glaring at each other across the levitating castle for a long time. Neither wanted to make the first move.

When Chen Yu's anger had mostly subsided, he spoke up for the first time.

"You came looking for Olivia, right?"

Oros was still panting. The fury in his vertical pupils had faded by more than half, replaced by exhaustion and grief.

"You killed her."

Chen Yu puffed out his little belly indignantly and shot back, "Who said she's dead?"

Oros lowered his head slightly.

Olivia wasn't dead?

No. He had seen the child's corpse with his own eyes. It was still frozen solid on this very ice field.

Chen Yu didn't say much. He just shrank back to his original size, crouched on the snow, and pulled the Dragon Pearl out from his Divine Sense.

"This is..."

Oros lowered his head, his vertical pupils slowly sweeping across the surface of this stone.

Though what floated before him was just an unremarkable-looking stone, under magical inspection, its interior couldn't escape his eyes.

A dragon soul curled up inside, slumbering. An amber-like texture gently wrapped around her, warm like a dragon's nest.

The familiar aura was unmistakably Olivia.

Oros was silent for a long time.

In that moment, he experienced a powerful emotion he had hardly felt since his youth.

Embarrassment.

Oros shifted back into his human form and cleared his throat a few times.

"If you knew all along, why didn't you tell me from the start?"

Chen Yu glanced toward Winterhold.

"You figure it out."

Oros followed his gaze.

If he hadn't asked, it might have been fine. But asking only made it more awkward.

For the first time, he felt that living too long wasn't such a good thing—especially when faced with situations like this, where he couldn't even use youthful impulsiveness as an excuse.

...

Oros promised the Slime King that he would personally construct a protective magical formation on the ice field, one capable of shielding against the Watch of Astral Realm creatures.

Only then did he finally earn Chen Yu's forgiveness, following him through the Fissure back to the Slime City Palace.

In truth, ever since Chen Yu had taken away the levitating castle, the ice field had been left without the formation's concealment.

The ice field had been exposed to the Watch of Astral Realm creatures the whole time, which had left Chen Yu feeling vaguely uneasy.

Now that an old man had come knocking on his door to offer a magical formation, he could finally stop worrying about it.

On the way back to the palace, Chen Yu learned the name of this ancient silver dragon—Oros.

The name originated from an extremely ancient draconic proverb, carrying the meaning of "ancient and mysterious." In draconic lineage, it was usually only bestowed upon young dragons destined to live exceptionally long lives, fated to witness the rise and fall of countless eras.

Of course, this also meant their brain development was especially slow. They placed more value on family and the concept of a nest, unlike certain younger dragons who liked to run wild everywhere.

Chen Yu had his own take on that.

Wasn't that just being dumb? They sure put a fancy spin on it.

The guy had lived for over fifteen hundred years, and without asking a single question, he flew into a rage.

What a waste of a life.

Still, Chen Yu later learned from Oros the real reason for his fury. Part of it was Olivia's "death." The other part involved someone Oros called Alex.

As he had guessed, Alex really was Cloud Cliff Dao Master's alias.

It seemed he had done some shady things in the silver dragon's nest, which was why this ancient silver dragon still held a grudge against him.

In short, all the old dragons in the nest were deeply distrustful of that Dao Master.

If not for Olivia's special circumstances, Oros would never have personally sent her to the castle left behind by Cloud Cliff Dao Master.

The moment Oros saw Olivia's corpse, he had already settled on the worst guess in his heart.

In other words, Winterhold had been caught in the crossfire.

While accepting the gifts of his predecessor, Chen Yu had also taken on the corresponding karma—otherwise, this battle wouldn't have happened.

Well, it seemed you couldn't just take things handed down from the older generation carelessly.

He just didn't know how many pitfalls Cloud Cliff Dao Master had buried in that World Tree inside his gel, waiting for him to fill them in.

It probably wouldn't be anything good.

Ah, life was tough. The slime sighed.

But one thing did catch Chen Yu's attention.

Oros had just returned from a journey through the Astral Realm.

Although he spent most of his time in the dragon nest, only venturing out occasionally to search for silver dragon descendants lost in the Astral Realm,

that meant he very likely possessed certain spells for anchoring Astral coordinates. That was how he could wander freely through the Astral Realm.

Maybe, just maybe, Chen Yu's plans for exploring the Astral Realm were about to see new progress.

Inside the palace, Oros sat on an oak chair beneath the Throne. He accepted a cup of juice handed to him by a slime attendant, took a sip, and then examined the Star Charts Chen Yu had given him.

After a long while, he spoke.

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