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!

Thinking of this, the King opened his eyes. He first grasped Olosh's arm, affirming with a promise.


"Olosh, the fief needs you. You will be the Kingdom's second honored nobility!"


Then, Xiulote firmly took hold of his father's hands and asked sincerely.


"Father, do you have any other requests? I will listen to you..."


Hearing this, Xiuxoke's eyes brightened. He clasped his son's hands in return, advising earnestly.


"Xiulote, my son! You are my eldest and possess inherent wisdom, naturally mature... Ahem, you have three half-brothers and one sister. I know you didn't play with them much since you were little and rarely communicated, not being close. But after all, you are a family!...


Chapter 273: The Long Road of a Father, Meetings and Farewells_3