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 splendid morning sun rose from the horizon, with dawn's light floating like strands of gold silk, converging into bands of morning glow. Samurai Xiulote stood shoulder to shoulder with Aweit, their pupils reflecting the burning red sun, their chests stirred with grand emotions from afar. It wasn't until the sky turned completely bright and the sun became unbearable to look at that the two kings bid each other farewell.


Xiulote returned to his tent. He summoned the veteran Scout Necali and inquired in a low voice about the previous night's progress, then nodded in satisfaction, letting him go to make preparations. Next, with a wave of his hand, he dismissed Bertade to rest and carefully took out a roll of exquisite cotton cloth from his bosom, delicately unfolding it.


With the sunlight pouring down from above, Xiulote eagerly looked at it, and crooked, scribbled handwriting came into view, with crude drawings between the paragraphs.


Chapter 231 Letters and Promises