410: Chapter 410: The War Photographer Arrives!

The voice was crisp and sweet, but in this dead silence, it was like a clap of thunder, making everyone's scalp tingle.

Su Chen, who was secretly enjoying himself, was also stunned by this. He turned his head along with everyone else to look.

At the edge of the ancient path, Yue Qinghan, a Candidate for the Saintess of the Jade Pool, was holding up her flashily decorated recording spirit stone with an excited expression.

Beneath her feet was an endless abyss that devoured the Divine Soul, and surrounding her was a killing intent that would make even a Great Saint's heart tremble.

But she? She ignored it completely!

She held the recording spirit stone high. Behind her were giant stars slowly falling and the boundless dark Universe. She expertly found a forty-five-degree golden selfie angle.

"Click!"

A crisp shutter sound rang out, completely out of place with the environment.

Yue Qinghan admired her own cool and melancholy temperament within the shadow recording stone. Paired with the grand and tragic doomsday background, it was simply breathtakingly beautiful. She snapped her fingers in satisfaction.

"Mm! This one's not bad!"

"I've already thought of the caption. It'll be called... 'When Stars Fall, I Am Beautiful Alone at the Edge of the Universe'."

"Oh, doesn't that just have that 'vibe'? It's got the right feel!"

As she spoke, she changed her pose at light speed.

This time, she had one hand on her hip while the other hand made a playful "V" sign toward the lens. A sweet smile blossomed on her face, in stark contrast to the doomsday atmosphere.

"Click!"

"This one is so cute too! It'll be called... 'First Day on the Ascension Ancient Road, Check-in Successful! Today is also a day full of Origin Qi~ Chu~'"

"..."

The world went silent instantly.

Everyone froze in place as if their pressure points had been struck.

Their eyes were wide and round, their mouths open wide enough to fit a goose egg. Their expressions were as colorful as they could be.

Everyone's CPUs had fried; they collectively crashed.

They couldn't understand it. They really couldn't understand it.

How could someone take selfies so lightheartedly in such an unknown and terrifying environment?

Is this woman's heart made of iron?! Is her brain filled with photo editing software?!

The first to react was Jian Buping.

On his perennially icy face, his brows were knitted into a knot.

"Hey!" Jian Buping's voice was cold and hard. "What are you doing?"

"This is a place where gods and demons have fallen, a solemn and dignified site. Do you think this is a wet market?"

"This is simply... improper!"

His tone was full of the strong condemnation of an upright swordsman toward this kind of "mood-ruining" behavior.

However, Yue Qinghan only poked her small head out from behind the recording spirit stone, blinked her innocent big eyes, and retorted righteously:

"I'm taking a photo, what's it to you?"

"You're really strange."

"Just because you aren't good-looking, you won't let others take nice photos in their shadow recording stones? What kind of logic is that?"

"Pfft—"

Not far away, Su Chen couldn't hold it in and almost laughed out loud on the spot.

[Holy crap, this sister is going on a rampage!]

[This angle of retorting is practically a physical crit plus magic damage. She's fried Jian Buping's CPU directly!]

[Dimensional reduction strike! This is a dimensional reduction strike!]

[This blockhead Jian Buping is probably going to have his Dao Heart shattered by anger right here, isn't he?]

Sure enough, hearing this, Jian Buping's already bloodless face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

Veins popped on his hand gripping the sword hilt, and he trembled with rage.

"You... you, you, you..."

He "you'd" for a long time, but couldn't squeeze out a single complete sentence.

He had never lost an argument in his life because he never argued—if things didn't go his way, he just drew his sword. It was simple and crude.

But today, he had met his natural enemy.

He couldn't exactly cleave someone with his sword just because they said he was ugly, right? That would be too beneath him.

"amitabha..."

Seeing that Jian Buping was about to shut down from anger, the monk Monk Jiese stepped forward in time, his hands pressed together with a compassionate look.

"Benefactor Yue, those words are mistaken."

"As the saying goes, beauties are but skeletons; all is vanity. No matter how beautiful the outer shell is, there will eventually come a day when it withers."

"This humble monk observes the falling stars and the wilting of all things in this place, which perfectly aligns with my Buddhist school's profound principles of 'Formation, Existence, Destruction, and Emptiness'."

"Benefactor, rather than being obsessed with this illusory shell, why not sit cross-legged with this monk and perceive the Great Dao of the world's silence?"

His words were full of Zen and were profoundly mysterious.

However, Yue Qinghan tilted her head to look at him, her gaze filled with the kind of sympathy one has for a fool.

"Great Master, is there something wrong with your head?" Yue Qinghan asked with a serious face.

Monk Jiese: "???"

"Look at you, so young and with such delicate features. Why can't you just see things clearly?"

Yue Qinghan's tone was full of regret.

"One should enjoy life while they can! While you're young and good-looking, you should take more photos in shadow recording stones as mementos. Otherwise, when you're old and ugly with a face full of wrinkles, you won't even want to look at the photos you take."

She argued plausibly, "When the time comes, you'll flip through the recordings of your handsome younger self and then look at the old geezer in the mirror. That feeling... how bittersweet it will be!"

Listening to this fallacious talk, Monk Jiese was completely stunned.

He felt that his firm Dao Heart, which had been polished by Buddhist dharma for many years, had actually... cracked a tiny bit at this moment.

[It seems... there's a bit of sense in what she says?]

[This monk is indeed currently at his Peak of handsomeness...]

[Should I... also take one?]

[No, no! Monk Jiese! Stay steady! You are a Buddhist Son! Form is emptiness, emptiness is form! How can you have such worldly desires?!]

Monk Jiese's inner self was in a frantic battle between heaven and man.

On the other side, Hua Nongying watched this Yaochi Saintess with her peculiar style, her seductive fox-like eyes narrowing slightly.

[Interesting. This girl actually has a bit of the essence of my Hehuan Sect's 'enjoy the moment'.]

[A pity her brain doesn't seem very bright.]

Seeing that this group was about to fall into a philosophical debate over a photo, Su Chen, who was watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't take it anymore.

He cleared his throat, interrupting this farce that was about to go off the rails: "Alright, don't just stand there. Let's go. If we dawdle any longer, it'll be dark."

After speaking, he didn't bother to deal with these people whose thought processes were each more bizarre than the last. He set off on his own, walking toward the depths of that seemingly endless ancient stone path.

Only then did everyone snap out of it and hurriedly follow.

Only Yue Qinghan trailed behind, holding her recording spirit stone and snapping a series of photos of Su Chen's solitary and upright back. She muttered excitedly:

"Wow! This back, this composition—it's perfect! The quality of these shots is just too high!"

"I've already thought of the title—'The Man Walking Alone at the Edge of the Universe, Even His Back is Heartbreakingly Handsome'!"

"Perfect! This is definitely going to go viral!"