Although he had turned his gaze toward the Land, Cheng Zongyang had no intention of taking immediate action. He slithered up a massive tree that would take three people to encircle. Coiling his body tightly around the canopy, he looked down from his high vantage point at the waters that had accompanied his birth, growth, countless battles, gradual evolution, and eventual domination.
Only now did he realize that the seemingly endless waters of his infancy were not as vast as he had imagined. He had spent five years in these waters, growing from an ignorant hatchling into a local overlord. The once seemingly boundless expanse now appeared quite limited in his eyes.
Now, the Land had become his new target and journey. Only on the Land would there be more food and more possibilities.
