Refining the Mountain into Sainthood at Hanging Burial Cliff

The day the stone coffin opened its eyes, I awoke beneath the Hanging Burial Cliff.

In this world, martial artists can suppress mountains and rivers with their fists, while powerful clans suck people dry and grind them to the bone.

As for me, I have only a rock-boring earthworm that gnaws through mountains, a mural called The Demon Ape Battles Heaven, carved deep in a mine shaft, and an ancient cauldron capable of refining ten thousand peaks.

They say I turned into a zombie and must be ground to dust.

But they don't know

I use the earth's veins as fuel, tempering my skin into stone armor;

I command strange beasts underground, burrowing through mountains and prospecting for ore as easily as breathing;

I study the Demon Ape's battle with Heaven, and one swing of my axe can split a mountain's bones!

When my enemies bring martial artists to seal off the mountain and dig up my grave, they discover:

Every rock where I stand is a weapon;

The earth's veins boil wherever my gaze falls;

I carry the mountain-refining cauldron on my shoulder and stride atop the dragon veins, while behind me, the phantom of the Demon Ape slowly opens eyes that can burn the Eight Directions.

“You think I'm running for my life?”

I stand gripping the cauldron, my voice shaking the mountains:

“I am using this three-thousand-li stretch of Black Mountain as a furnace

“To forge a body worthy of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal!”