In the Ninth World, Yin Yang Fish.
Unlike the previous worlds, this one was utterly calm. Seated high in the sky, Qi Mi Xuan Jun silently looked down below, no one knew what he was thinking.
At a certain moment, an icy voice rang out beside his ear.
"You're all useless. Hand your body over to me."
"What, does Your Highness desire this Mythical Body of mine?"
Seemingly unsurprised by the voice, Qi Mi Xuan Jun raised an eyebrow slightly.
"But if I lose it—"
"You have no right to bargain with me. As a chess piece meticulously cultivated by the Empire, obeying orders is your sole duty."
The voice cut him off, sounding rather impatient.
"Remember, my patience is limited."
"...Alright."
After a long silence, Qi Mi Xuan Jun nodded, then unhesitatingly relinquished all control over his body.
For a Myth, the Mythical Body accounted for the vast majority of their strength. Once they lost their body, even if they survived by some stroke of luck, their strength would inevitably plummet.
...The [Collector] was a typical example.
As a High Myth, Qi Mi Xuan Jun actually had the confidence to refuse the other party, but in the end, he abandoned that thought.
Everyone who came out of the Empire bore the Empire's mark deep within their soul. It was both the medicine that ensured their strength grew rapidly and the heavy shackles that imprisoned them.
To leave the Empire, one first had to repay everything they owed.
...A High Myth's body was enough repayment.
The instant Qi Mi Xuan Jun relinquished all control of his body and mind, he could clearly feel an incomparably cold and evil consciousness rushing into his mind.
Before he could react, his connection to his own body had been completely severed. That consciousness instantly