Myth: Only I Bow To Myself

In his eleventh life, Wáng Lù remembers everything. The age before the current heavens were built. The laws that existed before gods decided what laws should be. The power that cultivation manuals have spent three thousand years trying to imitate and failing. He is seventeen. An outer disciple. Too principled to kneel for promotion. Too patient to be provoked. Every power he reclaims has a cost. His warmth. His body. His sense of self. The closer he gets to what he was — the more the I in Only I Bow To Myself becomes uncertain. The world will learn his name. Not because he sought fame. But because some truths cannot stay hidden forever — and Wáng Lù is the oldest truth this world has forgotten. 神法：唯我独尊 The Divine Law has one answer. He is it.