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 July rains fell softly, so warm and unhurried. A fine mist moistened everything: lush plants flourished in the mountains, birds chirped joyfully in the forests, and new sprouts dotted the fields with green—all bustled with the vitality of early summer.


Xiulote, draped in his thatched raincoat, stood quietly in the rain by the shore of Lake Patzcuaro.


He looked up at the overcast sky. The pitter-patter of raindrops formed intermittent lines, drifting onto the cloud-enshrouded mountains and then flowing down to form streams in the valleys. He turned his gaze toward the stream at the base of the mountain. The clear brook flowed gently, nourishing the burgeoning shrubs along its path and the freshly tilled farmland.


The young King's eyes moved across the orderly fields before finally settling on the village by the lakeshore.


"Let's go, let's take a look over there."


Chapter 243: The Roots of Dominion, Directly Governed Villages