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 scorching sun cast its rays, the bonfire sent up blue smoke, and the Priest blew the bone horn. The tribal chieftains' gazes were fervent as they looked toward the two captains by the fire pond, shouting out in excitement.


Jiowar and Nelpa each held a war club, standing opposite each other. According to tribal tradition, both were without shields, and victory or defeat would be determined in moments. Jiowar raised his war club in front, slightly retracting his right arm, adopting a defensive stance.


"Come on, Nelpa. Attack with all your might! Just like when you were a child and I trained you in martial arts!" At these words, Nelpa's gaze flashed. The two were eight years apart in age, both born in the mountain city from Divine Descendant lineage, having known each other since childhood, fighting side by side many times... Nelpa shook his head vigorously, saying in a deep voice,


Chapter 289: Life and Death