The Chaotic Youth and the Brick from Beyond the Heavens

In the age before Chaos had opened, white mist still drifted through Heaven and Earth, while the Three Thousand Great Daos sat lined up in the primordial chaos like market stalls. The “Way of Strength” stall was the busiest of them all. After all, there had never been a shortage of people who enjoyed smashing things with their fists, no matter the era. The 91,713th heir to the Way of Strength was squatting in front of his stall, munching on spicy strips. His name was Wang Sibo, an unusual man who interpreted “the Great Dao is simple” as “if you can settle it with your fists, don’t waste your breath.”