Zi Xiaosheng was drunk.

Drunk, so drunk that the pores of his body were open, wisps of apricot blossom brew unique rich aroma continued to spray out of his pores, and people with a small amount of alcohol stood beside him, and they would be drunk by this wine.

Chu Tian frowned, standing on the edge of the waterfront terrace, looking at the sparkling lake under the moonlight, only to feel uncomfortable in his heart.

Celestial, purple valve.

How noble and extraordinary, how high and high.

Compared with the purple valve, the Jin family, who is invincible in strength, is actually just a thug and servant under the purple valve!

Zi Xiaosheng is by his side, and among the miscellaneous maids who serve him on weekdays, are responsible for serving him tea and water, cleaning the courtyard, picking fresh flowers, and decorating the palaces and pavilions everywhere, there are tens of thousands of maids, who are descendants of the Jin family!

The status of many of these maids in the Jin clan is far higher than that of Jin Ao's dead ghost!

In such a purple valve, in Zi Xiaosheng's narration, the purple valve is like an ancient coffin buried in the deep mountains and old forests, black and suffocating, gloomy and exuding an uncomfortable rotten atmosphere.

Harsh, extremely harsh, conservative, extremely conservative, rigid, extremely rigid......

The purple valve gives people the feeling that it is an ancient zombie buried in a coffin for an unknown number of years, everything is at a glance, everything follows the rules, and everyone follows the preset program, living year after year, day after day, time after time.

Every day, every hour, every quarter of an hour, every second, where you will appear, what you do, what you say, what you should say, what you should look like, all are pre-set, and there is never anything wrong.

"Pathetic!" Chu Tian turned around and looked at the drunk and sleepy Zi Xiaosheng, and sighed heavily.

He recalled the strange aura on his body that was cold, strict, and unapproachable to outsiders when he first saw Zi Xiaosheng in Qizhou. After the comparison, Zi Xiaosheng's eccentric, lively and cheerful style is fundamentally two people who are completely opposites!

You let a person who is enthusiastic by nature, likes to be lively, likes to mess around, and likes to fight and make trouble, to live in such a rigid and rigid environment. Zi Xiaosheng is only a faint sign of dual personality, and he is not really schizophrenic, which is enough to prove what a tough heart and what a powerful soul this kid has!

No wonder he listened to Chu Tian's stories and was fascinated by them.

No wonder he listened to small songs in the restaurant, and he could hear applause and cheers, and he didn't treat money as money.

In his life, there is a lack of bright colors!

"Purple Valve, Heavenly Clan, and Spiritual Cultivation!" Chu Tian looked to the east, which was the direction of the spiritual realm in the core area of the Fallen Star Ocean.

The sword sect boy surnamed Luo in the daytime, as well as the dragon clan to which the dragon true venerable belongs, their foundation is in the spirit realm.

According to Zi Xiaosheng's account, several great powers who opened up the spiritual realm have unpredictable powers, and they are terrifying existences that have lived from ancient times to the present. It is precisely because of the existence of these powerful beings and the spiritual cultivation that they can compete with the Celestial Clan and preserve such a large piece of territory on the Fallen Star Ocean.

Those who lack the power to sit down!

For example, Chu Tian was already very familiar with the Six Dao Demon Sealing Great Enchantments, those spiritual Dao, Divine Dao, Ghost Dao, and Demon Dao races had already been pressed to the death of the Heavenly Clan, and they could only rely on some natural dangers and desperate situations to survive!

Like ghosts, they huddle in the dark regions and struggle to survive, facing the frenzied attacks of the Celestials' vast slave legions.

Every year, countless ghost Dao people are captured alive by the Celestial Clan, refining the ghost body, annihilating the spiritual intelligence, and only retaining a wisp of the core essence and refining it into various powerful celestial weapons to act as a tool spirit!

For ghosts, this is a tragic fate that is 10,000 times more terrifying than death!

The ghosts and ghosts had fought back frantically, but they lacked powerful masters who were strong enough to fight against the Celestial Clan, and each of their counterattacks was nothing more than to increase the Celestial Clan's income several times that year!

The dark region is a huge livestock pen, and the ghosts are the animals that are kept in captivity, and the Celestial Clan is very patient and step-by-step harvesting their lives, and using their lives to constantly consolidate the heritage and strength of the Celestial Clan.

The Shinto and the Demon Dao are all like this, they are all severely suppressed by the Celestial Clan, and they are just barely surviving.

As for the spiritual path, it was even more miserable, because of their superhuman forging talent, whether it was alchemy, refining or anything else, the spiritual path had an extremely exquisite level. The ghost path, the divine way, and the demon path can still curl up in a certain dangerous and desperate situation to survive, but the spiritual path has been almost wiped out, and all the clansmen are imprisoned in the craftsman city of the heavenly clan, forging all kinds of treasures and refining various elixirs for the heavenly clan day and night.

The entire Celestial Clan is a giant machine with a beautiful structure.

Under the domineering, precise, strict, and demanding control of the purple valve, this giant machine greedily devours all the resources of the entire world, constantly strengthening itself, and constantly expanding its scale.

It's just that before Zi Xiaosheng could explain a lot of things about the Heavenly Clan, he fell asleep with alcohol.

Chu Tian was very curious about the origin of the Celestial Clan, the internal structure of the Celestial Clan, and many things about the Celestial Clan, but Zi Xiaosheng didn't have time to say it. He was so drunk, he was too drunk.

The night breeze blew the sleeves of Zi Xiaosheng's wide robe, and he was still smirking in his sleep, and a wisp of saliva slowly slid down the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and muttered, "Brother Chu...... Drink, hehe, I'm amazing!"

This kid actually started talking in his sleep!

Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng with a smile and asked softly, "What's so great about you?"

Zi Xiaosheng muttered, "Destiny...... I'll give you a life-saving talisman...... The Power of Destiny...... The day you triggered the Jade Talisman...... The Six Demon Sealing Great Barrier you are in...... Ninety percent of the luck is poured into your body...... Hey...... You are that little world...... The best people ......"

"Sure enough...... You've left that little world...... Here it comes...... Here......"

Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng in horror.

He remembered the purple jade talisman that Zi Xiaosheng gave him the last time he was separated from Zi Xiaosheng.

It was also that jade talisman that suddenly activated when he was besieged by many masters of the Ghost Dao, and threw him and the others to the island on the edge of the ruins. This led to a series of things that followed, including that he got the Ziyin inheritance, he got the immeasurable divine bead, and they alarmed the Jin clan disciples who were patrolling the Six Sealing Demon Great Enchantments, and everyone in the whole world was brought out!

"Ha, the power of fate!" Chu Tian Ji Lingling shuddered, the power of fate, can anyone really control fate?

"I'm ...... The genius of the purple valve...... Time...... Space...... Fate ......" Zi Xiaosheng smirked in his dream: "Otherwise...... Can I grab ...... So many babies?"