Jieyin's furious shout was not entirely without effect.
In an instant, the suffocating slaughter faltered slightly.
Those hundreds of millions of dark purple figures no longer darted madly across Vulture Peak as they had before, and the life-reaping spear light of the God-Slaying Spear temporarily ceased.
After that utterly inhuman massacre, all of Vulture Peak finally sank into a brief, eerie silence.
Only the stench of blood still lingered, and only the rising and falling wails and sobs of the surviving Buddhist School disciples silently told of everything that had just happened.
Outside Vulture Peak, in the skies tens of thousands of miles away, the countless cultivators watching from afar were likewise stunned.
Saint Jieyin's shout of "Stop!", followed by his question, "Luohu... what exactly do you want?"
Those two statements had carried clearly across hundreds of thousands of miles, naturally reaching the ears of every onlooker.
After a brief moment of bewilderment, everyone's expression changed, and realization dawned.
"Saint Jieyin... is he finally giving in?"
A loose cultivator spoke first, his voice filled with disbelief, yet carrying a faint note of certainty.
"Well... it certainly looks that way!"
His companion swallowed and struggled to pick up the thread.
"Saint Jieyin actually asked Luohu what he wanted. That... that's clearly asking for his terms!"
"A mighty Hunyuan Limitless Daluo Golden Immortal asking a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal for his terms... who would have believed it before?"
"But with things as they are, what good would refusing to believe it do?"
Another old cultivator sighed, gazing toward Vulture Peak with a complicated expression.
"Luohu's cultivation may fall short of Jieyin and Zhunti's, but that ability to create endless doppelgängers is far too uncanny! Kill one and another appears. They can never kill them all, never wipe them out. Even sages are