Shockwaves Through the Imperial Capital

A thick stench of blood rose from the old man, seeping into Shi Yi's nose and mouth and constantly assaulting his nerves.

In all his years, he had never seen such a horrific sight.

It was hard to imagine that an old man with snow-white hair and beard could still be alive with nearly half his body missing, let alone have the strength to ask after someone else's safety.

Shi Yi was utterly stunned. It was nothing short of a medical miracle.

But he reacted quickly, already realizing what sort of situation he had found himself in.

The shouts that had just rung out beside him had mentioned two crucial names-"Ziling" and "Hao'er"-while the old man had called him "Yi'er."

Shi Yi instinctively thought of Perfect World.

I've transmigrated and become Shi Yi, the double-pupiled one!

He found it somewhat unbelievable, but soon accepted it. After all, pain surged through his entire body like waves, and the sensation was all too real.

"Yi'er, are you all right?"

The old man looked anxious, terrified that something might have happened to Shi Yi. Shi Ziling's earthshaking spear strike had been far too terrifying. Even with him shielding Shi Yi, the boy could still have been caught in its wake.

This time, Shi Yi answered. Though young, he seemed remarkably composed. His eyes were deep, each bearing twin pupils, with divine light flowing through them. An immense, intangible majesty emanated from him, wholly at odds with his age.

"Ninth Grandfather, I'm all right."

Hearing this, Shi Li relaxed and let out a long sigh of relief. Shi Yi was the future hope of the Martial King Manor. If anything happened to him, Shi Li could not bear the responsibility.

Then the old man looked toward the battlefield within the manor.

The Four Great Ancestors had already intervened, forming a magical array to trap the previously unstoppable Shi Ziling. No matter how wildly he raged, he could not break through the walls of bronze and iron the four ancestors had erected.

This meant Shi Yi was safe.

Unfortunately, what he did not know was that the Shi Yi before him was no longer the boy who had been lying on his back moments earlier. The body remained, but the soul within had changed.

Shi Yi...

The transmigrator Shi Yi murmured the name inwardly. He had never imagined that after his death, he would become Shi Yi from Perfect World.

Once, he too had yearned to be like this favored son of heaven, who shared his name and likewise possessed double pupils.

Of the two, one had been singled out, criticized, and even discriminated against; the other was a born divine being, a sage of ancient times whose name resounded throughout an ancient kingdom.

Their circumstances were worlds apart-one in heaven, the other on earth, beyond comparison.

He had never expected that one day, he would become the one in heaven.

Before Shi Yi could think much further, the battle within the manor reached a fever pitch. Qin Yining, who had been holding the weakened Shi Hao all this time, finally could not keep herself from joining the fight. Against the combined assault of the Four Great Ancestors, Shi Ziling alone was a solitary tree unable to hold up the sky.

Husband and wife unleashed their precious techniques together. Dazzling radiance flared, and all manner of sacred light danced, blotting out the sky and sun and enveloping the entire Martial King Manor.

The four ancestors' offensive was immediately checked, and for a time, neither side could gain ground.

Every clansman watching stared wide-eyed at the scene, deeply shaken.

Shi Ziling truly lived up to his reputation as a prodigy of his generation, a favored son of heaven, domineering and awe-inspiring. Even his Dao companion, Qin Yining, was unimaginably powerful, actually no weaker than he was. This shocked everyone in the Martial King Manor.

In the past, this woman had never shown much forcefulness. She had always stood behind Shi Ziling, playing the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother. Now that she struck in fury, the might she unleashed moved even the Four Great Ancestors.

Shi Yi first glanced at the dying Shi Hao, then found himself drawn to the great battle and looked toward the fighters. Through his eyes, the sacred light filling the sky transformed into tangible symbols of the Great Dao, each moving along its own unique trajectory and in its own manner, weaving one dazzling, powerful precious technique after another.

It was truly miraculous. Others could only see the magnificent surface of the precious techniques and feel their powerful auras, but someone with double pupils could pierce through illusion and gaze straight at their source.

Shi Yi tried to use his double pupils to find the weak points in the precious techniques unleashed by the Four Great Ancestors, Shi Ziling, and Qin Yining.

Generally, the vital essence and runes at those points would be noticeably weaker than elsewhere. If he could direct an attack at a precious technique's weak point, he could unravel it with the least possible force.

However, the gulf in cultivation between Shi Yi and these beings was simply too vast. Though his eyes could discern their source, he could not keep up with the changes in their precious techniques.

Shi Ziling needed no introduction-a prodigy of his generation from the Martial King Manor, his name resounded throughout the Imperial Capital. Qin Yining, meanwhile, was the holy maiden of the Immortal Mountain in the Upper Realm, blessed with extraordinary talent. They knew their precious techniques had flaws and naturally would not leave them unaddressed. Their countermeasure was to shift those weak points at tremendous speed, making them difficult for their enemies to locate, especially someone with double pupils like Shi Yi. Even if he could see them, he could not keep up.

For this reason, at his current stage, Shi Yi could do little in a battle of this level. He could only watch, and he had no intention of joining the fight anyway.

Suddenly, Shi Yi's gaze changed slightly, and his face flushed red. His chest felt unbearably itchy, accompanied by waves of stabbing pain. He immediately pressed a hand hard against it, trying to ease the pain, but it did little good.

At last, he could endure it no longer and retched out a great mouthful of fresh blood.

"Yi'er!"

Seeing this, Shi Li hurriedly acted, channeling vital essence into Shi Yi's body. Nearby, several other elders of considerable seniority hastened over and joined him, stabilizing Shi Yi's injuries.

At that moment, inside Shi Yi's chest, a bone densely covered in intricate runes flickered, emitting a faint glow. It was the Supreme Bone taken from Shi Hao's body.

It had only just been transplanted into Shi Yi. Though nourished by supreme blood, it still needed time to fully take root; that could not happen overnight. When "Shi Yi" had forcibly activated it through Shi Li's power earlier, he had undoubtedly increased the risk of instability in the bone.

This development left all the elders around Shi Yi visibly anxious.

The born supreme being was already lost and clearly unlikely to survive. If something happened to the born divine being as well, the sky over the Martial King Manor would come crashing down.

"Shi Ziling, look what you've done!" One of the Four Great Ancestors who favored Shi Yi's lineage glared fiercely and shouted.

"He brutalized his own younger cousin. Even death would not absolve him! Who has shown my son any pity?" Shi Ziling answered furiously. His combined offensive with Qin Yining grew even more terrifying, precious technique following precious technique as they recklessly charged forward. The Four Great Ancestors stopped holding back as well, retaliating with all manner of powerful precious techniques.

Boom!

Finally, with a tremendous crash, the seal over the Martial King Manor shattered, and the shockwaves of the battle swept through heaven and earth.

High in the sky, a Golden-Winged Roc beat his wings in flight, a Bian opened his blood-filled maw and roared toward the heavens, and a Five-Colored Peacock spread his tail, firing out five-colored divine light...

The battle shook the entire Imperial Capital. Figures shot out from every royal manor, flying toward the scene.