Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America!

The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years!

But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America!

Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The darkness made the youth vulnerable, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow: "To die before achieving success, forever causing heroes to weep in their garments. The ancients truly did not deceive me!" Unintentionally, he had entered the state of mind of Zhuge Liang, the military strategist.


At that time, the little green snake finally emerged leisurely from underground. It wriggled on Xiulote's clothes, removing the traces of water, then unceremoniously coiled around the youth's neck, assuming a comfortable "?" position. Xiulote inexplicably felt a lot more at peace and fell deeply asleep once again.


The night was so long and hard to bear that many could not sleep.


When the stone door opened again, Xiulote sat up alertly, with the little green snake gone once again. The light of a candle came from outside the door, illuminating the serene face of the Elder and the guard captain holding a clay pot.


Chapter 102 Blood and Guilt by Association_3