Li Tianming had tried the Demonic Dragon Realm Core before.
It had been terrifying.
So terrifying that, even when he had clearly gained some time, he had not dared to risk his life desperately.
Now, trillions upon trillions of living beings were barely holding on in a stalemate. Li Wudi hovered on the brink of life and death. He had already earned himself the right to take a gamble with everything on the line—what else was there for him to hesitate over?!
"Godfather! I've decided!" Li Tianming growled.
"Decided what? To give me a grandson?" Li Wudi asked in delighted surprise.
"...Damn you. You'd better stay alive today if you want to live long enough to see a grandson!"
Li Tianming said no more. The Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb swooped downward, returning to the Heavenly Palace Divine Realm.
"Fuck? You ditched me and ran off? You unfilial son, screwing over your old man! May a thousand blades cut you apart!"
Though Li Wudi hollered, a knowing smile appeared on his face.
He knew Li Tianming was going to gamble with his life.
If the Demonic Infant hadn't appeared, then with the Celestial Star Book, they would not have needed to gamble with their lives... But now, trillions upon trillions of people longed to survive. They had no choice but to gamble!
"Hey! You two beasts, don't tell me all these little treasures are your offspring? Why do they all look a little like you? Tens of millions of them! Tell me, when it comes to your family's children, do you toss them straight into the pot to stew after they're born? They're so black—the heat for braising them seems a little overdone! Hahaha..."
Li Wudi knew what he needed to do.
He had merely voiced one of his wild thoughts