Chapter 1800: Resonance Origin Transformation Art! Heavenly Emperor Lang!

The heavens and earth had turned cold and gloomy. The edge of the sky was tinged with a scarlet coloration as the ground shook. The people of Xia City looked at the distant horizon in terror as tides of blood swept in their direction.

The blood serpent crafted from decaying flesh and blood was approaching, wrapped in an aura capable of destroying everything. It was as though the apocalypse had arrived, and everyone was shuddering in fear.

The blood serpent that instilled fear in everyone was reflected in Yu Lang's eyes. At the same time, he could also see Pang Qianyuan and the countless Kings doing their best to halt its advance. He then said, "Principal Pang, leave it to me."

Pang Qianyuan, who was on the verge of igniting his crowns, paused. He looked at Yu Lang with a complicated expression as he could sense a terrifying storm brewing within the youth.

Yu Lang was once a student of the Astral Sage College, and it wouldn't be wrong to say that he was a more integral part of the college than Li Luo. After all, he truly regarded the Astral Sage College as his home and had protected it for years. Pang Qianyuan thus liked Yu Lang a lot. In fact, he thought Yu Lang was a great candidate to be the next principal. Li Luo's position was far too lofty; he merely served as the spiritual support of the students.

In the end, Principal Pang didn't say anything else as he led the Kings away to tend to their wounds. If Yu Lang was unable to change things, he still had the option of sacrificing himself.

Now that the blood serpent was no longer obstructed, it could advance rapidly. It flew towards Xia City, leaving a streak of light in its wake. Yu Lang, who was standing atop the city walls, stretched out his hand, and an ancient-looking banner appeared in his grasp. It was one of the formation flags of the Immemorial World Divine Devil Trapping Formation.

"I'll have to trouble everyone." he softly said.

Soon after, eight Kings appeared near him. They hesitated for a moment, then they channelled all of their source origin into the flag. Two crowns appeared above Yu Lang as well.

As the formation flagged dappled in the wind, the eight Kings poured all of their power into Yu Lang's crowns. As a result, he began to shine with incredible brilliance, causing a wild azure wind to blow.

Kacha!

Very faint cracks began to appear on the crowns. It was as though they could no longer bear the strain. However Yu Lang remained unmoving. He turned his head, looking into the depths of Xia City. There, a certain lady was staring right at him with reddened eyes—Bai Doudou.

The girl with short hair and a heroic and lively temperament had accompanied him for countless years. She knew what he was planning to do, and tears were falling from her eyes. Even so, she didn't make a sound and did her best to maintain a gentle smile that contained indescribable pride.

This average student of the Astral Sage College might not have reached the heaven-defying heights that Li Luo had, but in Bai Doudou's eyes, he was equally outstanding. Who could have thought that the unremarkable youth who had followed Li Luo would one day step forward to vanquish the evils that plagued this world? She was crystal clear on how much effort Yu Lang had put in throughout the years. That was why she was proud of him.

A sour feeling tingled Yu Lang's noise as his eyes turned watery. He softly said to her, "Doudou, I'm sorry. This is for you, for Li Luo, and for everyone else. I don't have a choice."

With those words, he made up his mind and turned his head, his expression growing severe. His resonant palaces started to shake violently. All three had already fallen to the second-grade and were starting to deteriorate further. However, as his resonance grades fell, the undulations coming from Yu Lang's body began to grow at a tremendous rate.

This was the demonic art of the Sacred Void Resonance Sect, the Resonance Origin Transformation Art! First-grade!

When his resonances fell to the first-grade, the undulations rolling off Yu Lang's body were powerful enough to shock all the Kings present. However, this wasn't enough, and the first-grade wasn't the lowest.

Yu Lang's expression had turned calm as he thought to himself,

"The Resonance Origin Transformation Art... it's all about returning to nothingness."

At this moment, the three resonant palaces in Yu Lang's body started to burn. The resonances themselves were ignited, and in a short span of time, all of the resonant palaces and resonances had been burned away. He now lacked both resonant palaces and resonances—both of them had been burned away!

He then started to ignite his own foundation and potential. This was the final goal of the Resonance Origin Transformation Art, to burn away everything and return to the origin, just for a fleeting moment of breathtaking beauty.

The terrifying pressure he gave off made even Pang Qianyuan and the Triple Crowned Kings feel greatly shocked.

Yu Lang could sense a strange emptiness within his body as his lips curled up into a smirk. "Oh, as expected of the number one demonic art of the Sacred Void Resonance Sect... Only something like this is capable of elevating me to such a level."

In his eyes, the calamitous blood serpent no longer seemed as scary. That said, he understood that his strength would not last for long. The price he had to pay was also far too heavy. He was like a raging torch—once the flames dissipated, all that remained would be ashes.

He stretched his hand out, grabbing his trusty short blade, which had accompanied for countless years. Cracks began to appear on it as he funneled his power into it. He raised his head to look at the oncoming tides of blood that were sweeping towards Xia City with tyrannical force, the blood serpent at the fore. He lifted his hand lightly, then he hacked downwards without hesitation.

The entire world could hear the howling of wind as a beam of blade energy split the heavens and the earth. Amidst countless surprised eyes, the blade energy smashed apart the tidal waves of blood, slicing through the blood serpent. A gigantic bottomless chasm that extended for hundreds of thousands of miles opened up across the ground as well. This was something that many Kings had failed to accomplish despite self-detonating.

The rotting blood serpent suddenly stiffened, and the fearsome Authority that it emanated stagnated as well. It then started to dissipate as the azure wind swept by. The rancid waves of blood and flesh fell and splashed across the land. The snake came to a halt right before the city walls, its enormous eyes lingering on Yu Lang, staring intently. It then opened up its mouth, looking like it wished to devour him with a single gulp.

However, the beam of blade energy had not disappeared. The energy had continued to spread from the point where it had come in contact with the serpent, finally reaching its head, turning it into dust from the inside.

Everything went deathly silent. Yu Lang stood quietly as he took in the sight of the titanic serpent dissolving across the mountains and the plains, a smile hanging on his lips.

He had but one move—Azure Duckweeds. With this strike, everyone would know him as Heavenly Emperor Lang.

An instant later, his long hair turned snow-white as his life force was completely exhausted. He then collapsed with a dull thud.