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!

Puap looked blankly for a long while, his eyes widening in confusion as he murmured softly. His head spun as he stared at the square characters, as though he were facing the Divine Script of the temple priests.


"Sir, what a good question you've asked! How could a humble militiaman like me know the Divine Script of the Mexica?"


The old militia Chiwaco smiled, dodged Puap's fist, and leaned in to whisper.


"Sir, last night the nobility who contacted me mentioned... Look at this corner! This symbol is the seal of His Highness of Mexica."


Puap examined it carefully and saw only three neat squares surrounded by a circle of red stamping, the precious rouge-red dye.


"Sir, look beneath the seal at the pattern. These two small figures, the kneeling one is you!"


Chapter 231 Letters and Promises_2