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!

"At your command, Marshal! But with so many religious rituals, perhaps it would be good to arrange for two Priests at the mine? The miners likely don't have the ability to communicate with the spirits."


Hearing this, Xiulote's expression shifted as he laughed and said.


"Good! I will send several Priests there to oversee these important ceremonies. The miners are numerous, and indeed need Priests to guide their faith and soothe their spirits. With the Priests' prayers, the miners will better overcome their fear of descending into the mines. Sometimes, what truly frightens you is nothing but fear itself..."


"Next, we need to construct labour-saving lifting systems at regular intervals in the mineshaft. Relying solely on miners to carry the ores is both slow and inefficient. A great deal of manpower is wasted in transportation."


As Xiulote spoke, he drew a picture of a water-drawing windlass.


Chapter 266: Mine Improvement, Guidance of Divine Revelation_2