Tianming had attempted to assimilate the Fienddragon Core before. It was utterly terrifying to the point that, even though he had time before, he didn't dare risk it. But now that trillions of lives hung in the balance and Wudi was barely scraping by for survival, it was finally worth taking that risk. 

He no longer hesitated. "Godfather, I've made up my mind!"

"About what? Giving me a grandson?!" Wudi asked.

"No way in hell! You need to survive today first if you're to have a chance of seeing your grandson!" Tianming didn't say anything else. The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb descended and entered the Sky Palace Formation.

"What the hell? He abandoned me...