Adam crossed his arms, one finger lightly tapping against the arm of his other hand, his gaze flickering uncertainly.
If his earlier train of thought had begun merely as a whim, then as his speculation deepened, the surging inspiration told Adam that something important was hidden within it.
At least, it was important to him.
The last time such inspiration had appeared was when he had determined the path by which he would achieve Primordial Unity. Back then, that inspiration had told him it was the path most suited to him.
Perhaps it was not the smoothest, strongest, or most perfect path, but at that time, it had been the path he could walk—the one that fit him best.
So this time, now that he had reached the conclusion of his speculation, what was this matter so important to him that his inspiration pointed toward?
It was obviously not the final conclusion. The game between the West Queen Mother and the Jade Emperor of this world had nothing to do with him, nor did it matter if Lord Lao was involved.
He even suspected that Crane Immortal was far weaker than White Crane Child, who had guided him through the Great Firmament in the past.
Adam took a single step back to Fangcun Mountain, extracted his memories, and reviewed the entire process of his reasoning and deliberation from a third-person perspective, examining and weighing every word.
He analyzed how those words related to him while sensing whether his inspiration would offer more precise guidance.
Was it Daoist thought?
No, that was not right. With the Primordial Unity he had now achieved, the concept of the Dao should not have affected him enough to provoke such a tremendous reaction from his inspiration.
By the same logic, the founding of Daoism and