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!

Listening to Jatili's serious words, Xiulote stepped forward two paces and looked to the second slab.


The slab's imagery was simple yet clear. With just a glance, one could see a vast expanse of dark clouds in the sky, from which countless black lines extended down, like endless rain pouring. Below where the rain fell, there were boundless wavy lines, resembling a vast Great Lake. Among the lines, some small islands peaked out, and at the center, there were people in canoes. The crowd consisted of small figures dressed as Nobility, Samurai, and commoners. They were lifting up a lavishly dressed adult and together throwing him into the lake!


The young King gazed at the scene for a moment. Many symbols, including the sun, clouds, water, earth, maize, sacrifices, death, and destruction, were engraved around the image. And the scene itself always evoked a sense of familiarity in him, bringing many things to mind. He mused and asked,


Chapter 250 Heritage Slab, Rise and Fall of the Kingdom