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!

At the start of April, thunderous rumblings hinted at the changing winds. The dry north wind transformed into the moist easterlies, blending the low-hanging water vapor into the clouds above, where the dull gray was ripe with the brewing of spring thunder.


Xiulote stood on the hillock he had visited years ago, looking up. Dark clouds hung low, the sunlight dimmed, and shadows enveloped the land, with distant thunders growling faintly. Not far away, Otapan Mountain City appeared increasingly towering and impregnable, as if touching the skies.


After years of campaigning, the king, driven by the instincts of a commander-in-chief, surveyed the sturdy ancestral mountain stronghold once again. After a while, he shook his head with a profound gaze.


Chapter 284: Royal Army Heads North, Old Friends Meet at Night