I attained sainthood through alchemy on the cliff.

The day the stone coffin opened its eyes, I awoke beneath the cliff. In this world, martial artists' fists swayed mountains and rivers, and powerful clans drained people's marrow and bones. I, however, possessed only a rock-cutter earthworm gnawing at the mountain's surface, a "Demon Ape Battles the Heavens" painting carved deep within the mine tunnels, and an ancient cauldron capable of refining countless mountains. They said my corpse had become a zombie, destined to be reduced to ashes. But they knew not—I used the earth's veins as fuel, forging my skin into stone armor; I commanded subterranean beasts, traversing mountains and exploring minerals as easily as drinking water; I observed the Demon Ape Battles the Heavens, its axe capable of shattering mountains with a single blow! When my enemies led martial artists to seal off the mountain and excavate my tomb, they discovered: where I stood, even the rocks became soldiers; where my gaze fell, the earth's veins boiled; I carried the mountain-refining cauldron on my shoulder, my feet rising from the dragon veins, and behind me, the phantom of the Demon Ape slowly opened its eyes, burning the eight wastelands. "You thought I was fleeing for my life?" I stood, cauldron in hand, my voice shaking the mountains: "I am using these three thousand miles of black mountains as a furnace—to forge a supreme, heaven-supreme body!"