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!

"May the spirit grant protection and smooth the path ahead!..."


The crowd burst into laughter as they gathered to drink, and soon everyone was a bit tipsy. Then, Tepeiter gestured, and a group of graceful girls clad in short clothes, holding fresh flowers, came forward to dance. Their clear singing and wonderful dance scattered petals in front of the flowers; as the night stretched on, it was dawn before anyone realized.


The next day at noon, Xiuxoke boarded the great boat again, now accompanied by two demure maidservants by his side.


"Ah! The High Priest was right. The sweeter the wine, the less one should drink! My wine-tasting skills are still lacking, I didn't notice the herbs hidden within..."


Chapter 274: The Alliance after the Battle, the Journey Eastward_2