Ling Tian's counter-hunting had struck fear into many hunting teams. Throughout the Land of Freedom, hunting teams gradually learned that a solitary alchemist had a taste for looting. After analyzing his methods, they realized he was playing the fool to catch the tiger. They scorned his "despicable" behavior, yet feared they might become his next victims. Many people gave Ling Tian the title of "Black-hearted Alchemist," and it grew more famous by the day.
Ling Tian had no idea he had acquired such a resounding title. Right now, he was focused on how to avoid drawing outsiders' attention while undergoing his tribulation. Otherwise, he would have been torn between laughter and tears.
By now, Ling Tian had ventured deep into the Barbaric Land. Perhaps because he had come so far, there were no signs of people here. He had not encountered a hunting team in several days.
At Ling Tian's speed, he could fly tens of millions of li in just a few days. That meant he needn't worry too much about being discovered, even if he underwent his tribulation here.
The Barbaric Land was not the desolate place one might imagine—not a barren wilderness or a stretch of desert and rocky wasteland, utterly devoid of life. On the contrary, the scenery was rather beautiful, with towering ancient trees, peaks reaching into the clouds, mighty rivers, and blossoms as far as the eye could see. Yet the atmosphere here was heavy and chaotic, giving off a sense of danger.
"Ling Tian, you've been flying for a long time. It should be safe to undergo your tribulation nearby," Poqiong's voice sounded in Ling Tian's mind. He warned, "Going any deeper might be dangerous. I sense many powerful auras farther in. They're still extremely far away, but it's best to be careful."