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 Stone Hall of politics was somber and solemn, shrouded in overlapping shadows. Only a few slender beams of light seeped through the thick Divine Curtain, outlining shapes of the sun in the cold corners of the floor.


The King sat enthroned among the shadows, his faint gaze descending from on high like a beast of prey perched on its throne. His voice was distant and icy, as if to freeze the very air, sending chills down one's spine.


Xiuxoke took a deep breath, vaguely detecting the scent of blood. His expression remained resolute and composed. As a battle-hardened noble samurai, his fierce willpower would never easily cower. He bowed his head, offering an unashamed answer.


Chapter 275: Throne in the Shadows