Zi Xiaosheng was drunk.
He was so drunk that the pores all over his body were opened, and the unique rich aroma of apricot blossom wine was constantly spraying out from his pores. Anyone who drank less would be drunk by the smell of alcohol standing next to him. past.
Chu Tian frowned and stood at the edge of the terrace near the water, looking at the sparkling lake surface illuminated by the moonlight, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
Celestial Clan, Purple Clan.
How noble and extraordinary, how high.
Compared to the Purple Clan, the powerful and powerful Jin family is actually just a thug and servant of the Purple Clan!
Around Zi Xiaosheng, there are tens of thousands of maids who serve him on weekdays and are responsible for serving him tea and water, cleaning the courtyard, picking fresh flowers, and decorating the palaces and pavilions. They are direct members of the Jin family!
The status of many of these maids in the Jin family is far higher than that damn Jin Xi!
Such a purple valve, in Zi Xiaosheng's narrative, is like an ancient coffin buried in the deep mountains and old forests. It is dark and depressing, and exudes a gloomy and decaying air that makes people feel uncomfortable all over.
Strict, extremely strict; conservative, extremely conservative; rigid, extremely rigid...
The Purple Valve gives people the impression that it is an ancient zombie that has been buried in a coffin for who knows how many years. Everything is done in a rigid manner, everything follows the rules, and everyone follows the preset procedures, year after year, day after day. Living day after day, hour after hour.
Every day, every hour, every quarter of an hour, every second, where everyone will appear, what they will do, what they will say, and what kind of expression they should have are all preset, and there will never be any mistakes.
"Pity!" Chu Tian turned around, looked at the drunk and sleeping Zi Xiaosheng, and sighed heavily.
He recalled that when he first met Zi Xiaosheng in Yazhou, he had a strange aura that was cold, forbidding, and inaccessible to outsiders. After comparing Zi Xiaosheng's quirky, lively and cheerful demeanor, they are two completely opposite people!
You let a person who is enthusiastic by nature, likes to be lively, likes to mess around, and likes to fight, live in such a rigid and rigid environment. Zi Xiaosheng only has vague signs of dual personality, and has not yet experienced a real schizophrenia. This is enough to prove what a tough heart and powerful soul this kid has!
No wonder he was so mesmerized when he listened to Chu Tian's stories.
It’s no wonder that when he listens to little songs in a restaurant, he can be heard clapping and cheering, and giving random rewards without taking money as money.
There is really a lack of bright colors in his life!
"Purple Clan! Celestial Clan! There is also spiritual cultivation!" Chu Tian looked to the east, which is the direction of the spiritual realm in the core area of Fallen Star Ocean.
During the day, the Jianmen boy named Luo and the Haolong clan to which Zhenzun Haolong belonged were all based in the spiritual realm.
According to Zi Xiaosheng's account, the powerful men who opened up the spiritual realm possess unpredictable powers and are terrifying beings who have lived from ancient times to the present. It is precisely because of the existence of these powerful people and the spiritual lineage that they can compete with the Celestial Clan and preserve such a large territory in the Fallen Star Ocean.
Those ethnic groups that lack powerful authority!
For example, Chu Tian was already very familiar with the Six Paths of Demon-Sealing Great Barrier. Those groups of spiritual, divine, ghost, and demonic beings had long been suppressed by the Heavenly Clan and could only rely on certain natural dangers and desperate situations to survive!
Just like ghosts and ghosts, they huddled in the dark area and struggled to survive, always facing the crazy attacks of the Celestial Clan's huge slave army.
Every year, countless Ghost Dao tribe members are captured alive by the Celestial Clan, their ghost bodies are refined, their spiritual intelligence is annihilated, and only a ray of core essence is retained, which is refined into various powerful heavenly weapons to serve as weapon spirits!
For ghosts and ghosts, this is a tragic fate that is ten thousand times more terrifying than death!
The ghosts and ghosts once fought back crazily, but they lacked the powerful masters to fight against the Celestial Clan. Every time they fought back, they only increased the Celestial Clan's income several times that year!
The Dark Territory is like a huge livestock pen, and the ghosts and ghosts are the animals that are kept in captivity. The Celestial Clan harvests their lives very patiently and step by step, and uses their lives to continuously strengthen the Celestial Clan's heritage and strength.
This is true for both the Shinto and the Demonic Ways. They were severely suppressed by the Celestial Clan and could barely survive.
As for the spiritual path, it is even more miserable, because of their superhuman forging talents, whether it is alchemy, weapon refining or anything else, the spiritual path has an extremely superb level. The ghosts, gods, and demons can still huddle in a certain dangerous and desperate situation and survive, but the spiritual way has been almost wiped out. All the clansmen are imprisoned in the craftsman city of the Celestial Clan, working day and night to forge all kinds of weapons for the Celestial Clan. Grow treasures and refine various elixirs.
The entire Celestial Clan is a giant machine with exquisite structure.
The lifeless and stern Purple Valve is the brain of this giant machine. Under the domineering, precise, strict, and harsh control of the Purple Valve, this giant machine greedily devours all the resources of the entire world, constantly strengthening itself, Continuously expanding the scale.
However, before Zi Xiaosheng had time to explain many things about the Celestial Clan, he fell into a coma due to 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 tell them. He was really drunk, too much.
The night breeze blew, and Zi Xiaosheng's broad sleeves were fluttering. He still giggled "hehe" in his sleep, and a wisp of saliva slowly slid down from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly he murmured: "Brother Chu... drink! Haha, I am so amazing!"
This kid actually started talking in his sleep!
Chu Tianxiao looked at Zi Xiaosheng and asked softly: "Why are you so amazing?"
Zi Xiaosheng murmured: "Destiny... the life-saving jade talisman I gave you... the power of destiny... the day you triggered the jade talisman... the six-path demon-sealing barrier you are in... 90% of the luck is poured into you... Hey ...You are the most blessed person in that small world..."
"Sure enough... you left that small world... and came... here..."
Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng in horror.
He remembered the purple jade talisman that Zi Xiaosheng gave him when he and Zi Xiaosheng parted ways last time.
It was that jade talisman that suddenly inspired him when he was jointly besieged by many ghost masters, and threw him and others to the small island on the edge of Guixu. This led to a series of things that followed, including him getting Ziyin's inheritance, and getting the Infinite Divine Pearl. They alerted the Jin family's children who were patrolling the Six Paths of Demon-Sealing Barrier, and everyone in the entire world was taken out!
"Ha, the power of fate!" Chutian Ji Lingling shuddered, the power of fate, can anyone really control destiny
"I am... the genius of the Zi clan... time... space... destiny..." Zi Xiaosheng giggled in her dream: "Otherwise... I can snatch... so many treasures?"