Eye of the Storm

Lei Mou, the so-called (fake) Outer Realm God King, was left in disarray by the wind.

What else could he say?

Bad news: The disciple had gone astray again.

Good news: The disciple had gone astray in the right direction once more!

The end of science can be theology.

The end of theology can be explained by science.

Matt excitedly ran over to Lein, shouting as if seeking praise, "Master! I succeeded! I succeeded—did you just see that? Was that the will of the old man Newton descending!"

Behind him followed a crowd of eagerly trailing senior and junior brothers and sisters, all wanting to hear Lein's opinion.

Lein was actually panicking but maintained a calm exterior. "There are no two identical people in the world, let alone two identical deities. Even successors who inherit the divine office of the same world will make vastly different choices, and their growth will be entirely dissimilar. Matt, you've done well; you've forged your own path."

"Then, can I try to continue down this path in the future?"

"Go ahead and try, Matt. Whether the road ahead is the boundless universe or an abyss of eternal damnation, there's nothing I can do for you. The only thing I can do is be your backup, to lend you a hand when it matters."

"Yes—" Matt responded with immense excitement.

This was the meaning of having a master and elders.

Teaching a disciple wasn't like cloning or copying memories.

Any creative endeavor was extremely difficult to replicate. It was like how a famous writer can hardly teach their own son to become a famous writer. As far as Lein knew, throughout Earth's history, the only notable example was Alexandre Dumas mentoring Alexandre Dumas Jr., and even then, their writing styles differed greatly.

Lein taught Matt