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 young girl moved quickly, reaching him in two steps. Her eyes were bright, sharp like a hunter's, and her eyebrows lifted with a warrior's confident fierceness. Her majestic eyes and upturned lips together formed a somewhat delicate face.


Seeing the young girl in front of him, Amoxtli's face showed a rare kindness and tenderness. He reached out and tousled her short hair.


"Alan, I'm back! How has the tribe been while I was away?"


"Daddy, the pumpkins in the tribe are ripe, and everyone has been busy harvesting them. Seeing us gather pumpkins, many common tribe nomads have been lurking around. The warriors have been holding weapons day and night, sleeping by the fence, vigilant against these people!"


Alan pursed her lips and pointed towards a distant figure looking around. Her movements were agile, with calluses on her palms and fingers from archery, and her skin was a healthy wheat color, showcasing a vigorous beauty.


Three Hundred Chapters: The Young Girl Alan, Tribal Chief