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 morning sun began to glow faintly, revealing itself from the distant East, illuminating the bright and winding path ahead. Soon, dense cooking smoke rose before my eyes, and the mining area once again filled with the clamor of human voices.


Xiulote stood on high ground, watching the busy mining area below, much like observing sprouting seedlings from the soil, imagining the appearance of a towering tree. After a long time, the king heaved a deep sigh.


Even though he possessed a vision that spanned eras, capable of drafting a technological tree of Divine Revelation and proposing grand blueprints for planning one hundred, or even two hundred years ahead. But at this moment, he still had to return to the reality that was bereft of scientific theory and lacked professional talent, starting from scratch with next to nothing.


Chapter 269 Decision