Upon hearing this, Zhan Jiuxiao heaved a sigh of relief.
Both of his long-awaited wishes would be fulfilled soon. Zhan Jiuxiao's undead became weaker and weaker, but he was unwilling to leave before seeing the great fiendish cultivator Ye Qingchen killed.
Seeing the hesitation and anguish in Zhan Jiuxiao's eyes, Ye Qingyang walked towards Zhan Jiuxiao and raised the bone sword in his hand as he said in a low voice, "Senior Jiuxiao, this bone sword is an independent space that can accommodate all the phantoms in the world. If you don't mind, you can temporarily enter the bone sword space to sleep. When we successfully kill Ye Qingchen, you can come out again to see the fulfillment of your long-awaited wish."
This was exactly what Zhan Jiuxiao wanted.
Zhan Jiuxiao stared at Ye Qingyang and asked, "You're a ghostly cultivator?"
Ye Qingyang nodded. "Yes."
