Heavenly God of Death, Descend to the Netherworld

Han Jue didn't answer immediately.

Long Hao had indeed fallen into a bottleneck. Not only him, but the cultivation speed of the other personal disciples had suddenly slowed down after entering the Zenith Heaven Realm. It was very difficult for them to reach the Pseudo-Sage Realm.

Pseudo-Sage was not something that could be achieved by cultivating diligently. The reason why Han Jue could do it was that the system was the greatest opportunity.

It was fine to let Long Hao out. Han Jue happened to have an arrangement.

"After you go out, think of a way to unite the Dragon Race. Can you do it?" Han Jue asked. The Dragon Race had risen again and had already become a force that couldn't be underestimated in the Immortal World.

Long Hao was pleasantly surprised and immediately accepted the order.

He didn't have the confidence to come and ask this time. He didn't expect Han Jue to really agree.

That day, Long Hao was sent out by Han Jue.