The Myriad Dragons Small World had no distinction between spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Every region remained roughly the same forever. Though the finer conditions fluctuated slightly, there were never any major changes.
Located between the four regions, the Mixed Area, formed by the exchange and convergence of winds from all directions, always resembled a tropical rainforest.
Although it sometimes became muggy and humid after rain, it had never experienced seasonal changes.
By the time Chen Ming had arrived in this world for ten months, his cultivation had risen to level eighty. His bloodline power was so abundant it nearly overflowed, and the violent strength within his body had nowhere to go.
Even though the Body Martial Soul greatly enhanced Chen Ming's control over every minute detail of himself, it still could not compensate for the enormous improvement he had undergone in just a few months.
The Body Martial Soul merely made one innately better at controlling oneself. It did not mean that, upon awakening, one could completely control every detail of one's body.
Although Chen Ming could continue his Closed-door Cultivation, keep absorbing energy, and continue improving his cultivation, he could already feel that after remaining secluded for so long and advancing so rapidly, his control over his own strength had sharply declined.
Without mastering every ounce of strength in battle and thoroughly exploring his physical limits through training, focusing solely on long-term Closed-door Cultivation would inevitably lead to such a result.
Originally, Chen Ming had planned to condense his natal Seventh Soul Ring in this world, but his current condition no longer supported such a meticulous undertaking.
A couple of months of intensive training would probably allow Chen Ming to recover his control, but he felt that he had a better option: directly seek out the Body Sect