Zhang Yang was preparing for Tomb's arrival, while Tomb had already returned to the End Realm.
After the End Realm had been shattered, the long-ruined End Realm Earth suddenly "came alive."
"Boom—"
The End Realm Earth shook violently, and a vast power surged through the Void.
Then, the End Realm Earth shifted ever so slightly.
Tomb's power was indeed extraordinarily formidable, but even for him, pushing the vast End Realm Earth was incomparably strenuous.
What was more, he had to push this enormous land across the boundless Void to the First Realm?
This was undoubtedly an extremely time-consuming process.
But for someone like Tomb, what he feared least was spending time.
He did not care.
To him, time was merely a concept of existence.
As long as he could see hope, no matter how much time it took, he could wait.
And for Tomb, this journey to the First Realm had revealed the First Realm's anomalies to him.
He did not know what Shadow had done in the First Realm.
He did not care about any of that.
But he knew very well that once he drove the End Realm Earth into it, Shadow would have to give him an explanation.
Because the moment the End Realm Earth reached the First Realm would be the moment the First Realm perished.
No matter what Shadow intended, as long as he did not want the First Realm destroyed, he would have to give Tomb an account.
Then Tomb's objective would be achieved.
What could there be that Shadow cared about?
In Tomb's view, it should be the path to greater heights.
As for Shadow refusing to share it when he crashed into the First Realm, Tomb did not care either.
Because he could simply devour the Void and search for the path