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!

Flames flickered on the city battlements, illuminating the astonished expressions of everyone; the night wind weaved through the city towers, carrying the lingering scent of blood. Xiulote's smile paused in the wind. His expression instantly turned solemn, focusing on the cloth bag in Chiwaco's hands.


"The chief of Tarasco? Bring it here, open it!"


The trusted aide promptly stepped forward and carefully opened the cloth bag. An aged, white-haired head was presented before everyone. The head's features were old, the expression peaceful, the eyes closed, with only the white hair stained with blood. Puap couldn't bear it and turned away, slightly bowing his head and wiping the corner of his eye with his hand.


Xiulote stared at the head for a moment, then looked back at Chiwaco. The old militia's expression was equally tranquil, tinged with a hint of anticipation as he looked at him.


"The chief of Tarasco... the greatest contribution to this battle..."


Chapter 238: A Conversation with Destiny