When Gu Chenfeng opened his eyes, a familiar space lay before him.
Mist shrouded his surroundings, the energy of heaven and earth was abundant, and beneath him sat a Lotus Platform that gave off a faint glow.
"Huh? How did I get into the Phantom Martial Divine Ruins?"
At first, he was instinctively puzzled.
Then Gu Chenfeng felt a heart-piercing agony course through his entire body.
His body also felt as though it had been hollowed out, lying limp as mud on the Lotus Platform.
His injuries were still severe, his breathing faint. He could practically be said to be hanging by a thread.
"I actually survived. Did the Phantom Martial Divine Ruins save me?
"Was that voice earlier... a hallucination too?"
Just as Gu Chenfeng was puzzling over this,
a cold yet seductive voice suddenly rang out in the space.
"Although the Phantom Martial Divine Ruins has acknowledged you as its master, you cannot unleash even a ten-thousandth of its power, much less rely on it to save your life. Naturally, I was the one who saved you."
Hearing that utterly familiar voice so suddenly, Gu Chenfeng shuddered.
Strength welled up from somewhere, allowing him to prop himself upright and look toward the empty space before the Enlightenment Platform.
At that moment, a woman in a red dress hovered in the air several yards in front of him.
She was tall and gracefully proportioned, her features exquisite beyond compare. Her skin seemed carved from jade, shimmering with a crystalline glow.
Her entire figure shone brilliantly, as sacred and noble as the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.
Yet on that peerlessly beautiful face, her lovely eyes glittered like stars and glowed faintly red.
They also exuded a sinister, dangerous aura.
She was as holy as an angel, yet as seductive as