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!

"Great Master, with just a few fleeting words, the Prime Minister destroyed everything we had, and we didn't even need to face him! From that moment on, I regarded him as an enemy to the death! Tell me, what's wrong with killing him?"


Chiwaco stared with tear-filled eyes, bloodshot with desperation. Xiulote slightly lowered his gaze, avoiding the old Militia's eyes, at a loss for words.


Beside him, Puap's expression changed rapidly as memories of the past flashed through his mind. After a moment, he looked at the old Militia with shock, as if seeing him for the first time.


Chapter 238 Destiny's Dialogue_3