Lahat ng Kabanata ng Leading My Family to Glory: Kabanata 1841 - Kabanata 1850

There was a nearly 3,000-step stone staircase that led from the foot of Fukuoka’s Sacred Mountain to the peak. The Japanese government provided special funding to build the stone staircase thirty years ago. The goal was to make it as simple as possible for the order’s believers to climb up the stairs and visit the temple.Thus, the Shindo Order had an endless stream of pilgrims throughout the year. Naturally, all of the disciples who lived in the palace were filthy rich.Tyr approached the stone staircase and lifted his head to look at the top of Sacred Mountain, which towered above him. He had the distinct impression that he was about to climb the ladder that led to heaven. Tyr was a Demigod now, so he had no respect for Imada. He took a leap over dozens of steps, soared toward the sky, and climbed all the way to the top.Clang...Tyr heard a thunderous chime coming from the top of the mountain the moment he stepped onto the stairs. The chime seemed to come from the sky as if an alarm

“Splitting Earth!”A massive blade glow descended from the sky. It smashed the stone steps before Tyr and shattered the ground all the way to the front. In the end, it split the Shindo Order’s mountain gate in two.Behind the gate, the Shindo Order’s disciples finally felt raw terror tackling their senses. The senior executives, who wore white robes, were no exception. Looking at the mountains of corpses below, only a few disciples who had been completely brainwashed dared to continue to carry their weapons and rush forward. Meanwhile, the majority of them fled behind the mountain gate, clearly terrified. There was nothing they could do to stop the Demigod, no matter how many means they had up their sleeves.Tyr had arrived at the mountain gate with the Celestial Blade in his hand at this point. It was mid-afternoon, and the sky had darkened, as if night was approaching.“Imada Yoshio!”Tyr entered the Shindo Order’s palace with the blade slung over his shoulders. No one dared come ou

Tyr soon discovered that though all eight Imadas appeared to be identical, one of them cast the hand seal 0.01 second faster than the other seven. Ordinary people could not notice it in such a short time, but a Demigod like Tyr could pick up the traces.“There he is!” After determining Imada’s position, Tyr raised his hand and waved his blade. He roared, “Shattering Hill!”Boom!Imada was hit square in the face by that massive blade glow. He didn’t seem to expect Tyr to spot him in such a short time. He continued to manipulate the other replicas, but his reaction time was obviously much slower at this point.Imada couldn’t even avoid the slash that came at him. He could only take in Tyr’s slash forcibly.The replicated spell vanished in an instant. Several duplicates vanished rapidly after that. Meanwhile, Imada was sent flying by Tyr’s attack with a new wound on his chest.Finally, a mouthful of blood spurted ou of Imada’s mouth. His depleted aura began to fade.Meanwhile, Tyr walked

“He’s nothing more than a spent force! Demigod from the Celestial Empire, don’t pretend that you’re able to take us on,” the Grand Priest said. He shrugged off Tyr’s murderous intent, “If you give me the map and the secret key, I will consider leaving your dead body intact.”“In my pursuit of narrow gain, I have overlooked the great danger.” Tyr slapped his forehead with his hand as he listened to the Grand Priest’s words. “This is how Japanese people get things done. I’ve expected it a long time ago,” he exclaimed, a bubble of disdainful laughter escaping his lips.***At the same time, in the Celestial Empire.A cold wind blew from the top of a snow mountain all the way toward the direction of the Red Tower. Four of the seven oil lamps placed on the ground had gone out, and the fifth was on the verge of going out.A figure emerged from the courtyard of the tower on the opposite side. It appeared on the Red Tower after crossing through a large gap of several hundred meters.Spartacus

The Grand Priest could be suppressed by a single slash that came from tens of thousands of kilometers away. He was so scared that he couldn’t do anything about Tyr in the end and had to let him go. Spartacus’ reputation was still prestigious sixty years later. No one dared provoke him at all.Tyr’s perception of a Demigod’s capabilities was also improved at the same time. Spartacus’ attack could be described as a move that was lashed out from tens of thousands of kilometers away. Yet, it was capable of scaring a Demigod into submission.Spartacus’ move, in Tyr’s opinion, was something that only existed in legends. On the other hand, Tyr was well aware that the Demigod Realm was far more complicated than anything he had encountered thus far.He said gratefully, “Thank you, Senior, for saving me from danger and lending me a hand when my life was in jeopardy.”“There is no need to be so polite!” Spartacus said with a chuckle. “I was just carrying out my duty.” Spartacus coughed violently