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!

Xiulotte murmured to himself, chanting these two words softly. An odd sense of destiny surged through his heart in an instant, as if carrying a power that could shake the soul. Moments later, facing the crowd, he lifted the three-foot Qin Sword and solemnly announced in a loud voice.


"By the Chief Divine's witness! This is the Divine Summer Sword! My King's sword!"


At the King's command, everyone obediently followed. Olosh blew the bamboo flute, Ugus sounded the Bone ocarina, and Toltec beat the war drum. The fluttering flute, the desolate ocarina, and the rousing drumbeat resounded together in the Stone Hall, accompanied by the chorus of the generals.


Xiulotte stood in the center of the great hall, slowly drawing the sharp treasure sword. He gently traced the Sword Spine with the pad of his finger, turbulent emotions swirling in his chest, countless memories flooding his mind, all finally turning into the verses he recited.


Chapter 280: Kingdom Banquet, Xiulote Sword Dance!_3