I Am the Ultimate

My existence is the pinnacle of all realms. In the mortal world, my body is the ultimate magical weapon; above the spiritual realm, it is the ultimate spiritual weapon; when viewed from the fairy world, it is the ultimate magical weapon... I myself am the incarnation of "ultimate". However, what this invincible body brings is not glory, but endless troubles. A clipped fingernail becomes the foundation and barrier of a large sect's inheritance for thousands of years; a falling strand of hair is enough to trigger a bloody battle among the gods; a drop of snot that flies away actually nourishes the demon giant who is causing trouble. A random release turned into a vast ocean that submerged the continent; a mouthful of spit created a holy lake of spiritual springs that was coveted by the world; a drop of tears turned into a forbidden place that no living thing could approach... I just want to be a low-key "good guy" or "bad guy", so why are there always living creatures provoking this taboo body one after another? Am I too "kind", or is the world too greedy? Forget it, since being low-key is a luxury and compromising is futile - let this world experience what it means to truly "do whatever you want". This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.