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 Priest's praise sounded like the first thunder of winter, emanating powerfully to reach the earth, penetrating directly into the ears of the prostrate masses. In an instant, there was silence all around. The Temple Plaza in front of the Great Temple suddenly fell quiet, save for the deep, short breaths and the crackling of the Sacred Fire.


The elder, expressionless, rose from the stone chair in front of the Temple and walked toward the edge of the Great Temple's pyramid.


He was clad in a black Ceremonial Dress robe, which hid his gaunt figure; on his head, he wore an ancient, elongated Feather Crown, covering his completely white hair. In his right hand, he still held the Scepter of the Chief Minister, his companion for over fifty years.


Chapter 277 New Year's Grand Ceremony, Elder's Heart