The Chaotic Age: Fangchi Mountain

Zhao Fugui found a comfortable position, half-reclining against a large boulder. With a dazed look, he said, “Who am I? I could talk for three years and still not be done. I've arm-wrestled Xiang Yu, stolen from Huo Guang, played chess with Cao Cao, and drunk with Huang Chao. On Rainbow Bridge in Bianliang, I shoved a man into the river after he bumped into me while swaggering along. He struggled... I also caught a Jin man who'd broken into Kaifeng and locked him in a hole in the ground. In the end, his sores wouldn't heal, and he struggled to death. I kicked Wen Tianxiang once in prison. He was magnanimous and didn't hold it against me, so I went over and ground ink for him. I tossed a short Japanese man in front of Qi Jiguang's tent...”

...To evade Tianyi's pursuit, the two stubborn stones used the five-colored rays streaming through a gap beyond the heavens to transform themselves into the warp and weft of the world. One fled to a corner of the river of time, while the other hid in the cracks between people's thoughts. Like a grain of salt falling into the ocean, like a speck of flour dropped into the desert...

The two stones knew that nothing in the human world was more chaotic than the Five Poisons, and that the places where the Five Poisons were most chaotic were the safest. They could come out of hiding and do as they pleased. With the Five Poisons' aura to protect them, not even Tianyi, let alone Nuwa, could do anything. Try picking a speck of flour out of the desert!

Zhao Fugui's grand plan was to lure the flour out of the desert, and make it come out of its own accord.

In this chaotic world, a square inch holds a thousand things;

Within that square inch, a muddled picture takes shape.

Scattered by the wind through the chaotic world,

Who is clever, and who is confused?

Open the window, but the eaves have vanished from sight;

Raise the brush, but the bones refuse to be drawn.

Last night, the neighbor said not a word;

This morning, the same face has withered or flourished anew.

If one day the thunder suddenly rolls,

Then you'll know you've been a slave inside a painting.