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!

Xiulote stood silently, his thoughts drifting with the wind, surging into the vast world of the night.


Bertade silently moved forward, adding some high-quality charcoal to the campfire. This was a product recently delivered from the charcoal yard, produced from a modern kiln. Soon, the charcoal burned intensely, producing neither smoke nor crackling sparks.


A warm breeze then swept toward Xiulote, gently caressing his robustly growing figure, his handsome and refined face, and his bright and clear eyes. Sparkles flickered in the young man's eyes; he watched the charred remnants of the charcoal fall naturally like the first snow, like the searing flames of life leaving indelible marks in the era.


After a moment, Xiulote smiled contentedly and began to speak slowly.


Chapter 153 Personnel Appointment