The Last Normal Person in the World of Immortality

I survived eight hundred years of calamity and finally became the strongest Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Realm. On the day I was released from the customs, a notice came from heaven: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist for successfully overcoming the tribulation. Please go to the city of God as soon as possible to receive the "anti-bone certificate". If you are overdue, you will have to queue up again. The queue time is about 1,400 years." Me: "???" What is the anti-bone evidence? Queue? Fourteen hundred years? When I arrived in the city of gods, I discovered that everyone in the immortal world was studying the KPIs of cultivating immortals, frantically brushing up merit points, and was beaten to death. Only I, a normal person who has cultivated the Eight Sutras, became a heretic that everyone shouted to beat. The eyes of the higher-ups in the fairy world were shining when they looked at me: "Finally, someone is here who can do the job. Let him handle all the problems that have been accumulated in the fairy world for three thousand years." I destroyed the heavenly system of the fairy world with my backhand. "I'm sorry, I'm a normal person. I don't understand your way of playing."