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 carefully placed the letter and sachet into his bosom, keeping them close to his body. Inside, there was also the longing he had awaited for so long.


Aweit sighed, looked at the starry skies for a while, and then said with a smile,


"Let's continue discussing the division of land. After conquering the Tarasco Kingdom, I plan to divide the land in the lake, roughly into three parts."


Xiulote stood up straight, listening intently to Aweit's arrangements.


"First is your fief. To the north, it goes up to the long Lerma River, to the east to the mountains of the Apachigan State, and to the south to the vast Tarsas River. The flourishing Patzcuaro Lake Region, the important southern copper mines of the Lake Region, the majestic Qinchongcan City, and the rich Ihuatzio City... I entrust all these places to you! As long as you can effectively control the situation, most of the kingdom will be your fief!"


Chapter 230: Night Conversations and Vows, Feudal Grants and Promises!_3