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!

"This is... high-quality bituminous coal?!"


Xiulote, holding the asphalt-like black stone in his hand and looking at the thick smoke from the burning black stone nearby, cried out in surprise.


A gust of wind blew by, dispersing the smoke and the cry in the air. The wind also brought with it the sulfur smell unique to mining areas and blew away the coal fragments in the king's hand.


The king seemed transfixed as he gazed upon it. They appeared to be the initial seeds, containing the faint signs of life for an industry's inception.


"Bertade, you have made a great contribution!... Where did you find this?"


"From the camp's kitchen. The miners unearthed this kind of black stone from underground to use for cooking fires, and it seems they have been doing so for quite some time."


Bertade smiled faintly. He understood his Highness very well and had known the prince would certainly be interested in such peculiar items.


Chapter 267: Black Stone Myth, Primitive Coking!