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!

"Then, this soil needs to be mixed with water, kneaded repeatedly, at least five times. This step is crucial! Whether the bricks will be solid or not depends on how well this step is done!"


Having said this, Tanali walked among the hundreds of laborers mixing the clay, waving her hands forcefully.


"Get to work, all of you! Is His Highness someone you can just stare at? Today, I want you to knead the clay seven times!"


The laborers, speechless, obediently bowed their heads and continued their work. Xiulote also nodded slightly; under Tanali's management, the laborers worked like well-directed limbs, organized and orderly.


"Next, sprinkle a layer of fine sand on the ground, then pack the soil into wooden molds to form the bricks. The bricks taken out must be dried in the shade to prevent cracking."


As she spoke, Tanali slapped a wooden shed vigorously. The thatch on the shed shook and fell down among the stacks of bricks on the ground.


Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five: The Blue Bricks and Glass_2