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 cold days had passed, and the rainy season was not yet upon them. Below Ototpan Mountain City, a splendid spring scene unfolded. Vibrant flowers bloomed under the sunlight, their faint fragrance spreading in the warm breeze, uplifting everyone's spirits. Colorful butterflies danced among the flowers, and spirited hummingbirds darted through the trees, drawing distant gazes.


His Highness Xiulote stood on a small hill in the military camp. He looked at the gentle spring scenery nearby, a serene smile playing on his lips. With the pleasant breeze, melodious birdsongs filled the air, as if composing a moving melody. He looked up to see flocks of warblers soaring above the mountain city.


Chapter 286: Entering the City, Crisis!