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 the Palace of Wind was rustic and solemn, its four walls adorned with ritual vessels passed down through the ages, the ceiling carved with ancient murals, and the Chief Divine's banners fluttering. The candles within the hall shone brightly, together with the central bonfire, reflecting off the joyous faces of all present, dispelling the deep darkness of the night outside.


Xiulote sat at the head of the banquet, surrounded by the bright light of the flames, just as he was by the people around him. According to the tradition of the Tribal Alliance, based on their different statuses, everyone took their seats in a roughly circular arrangement.


Chapter 280: Kingdom Banquet, Xiulote Sword Dance!