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!

"Chieftain, Chieftain, the tribes at the northwest valley mouth have escaped!"


The bright round moon tilted westward, and the faint light of dawn lit up the East. A Red Fox Tribe's trusted aide, his face etched with urgency, dashed into the nobility residence within the small town in the valley. The residence was built in the Southern Tribe's architectural style, and although not expansive, it was quite ornately decorated.


Otuwa was resting inside a stone hall. Hearing the trusted aide's cry, he opened his eyes and abruptly sat up from the wolf skin blanket.


The tribal warriors by the door followed the command. The Red Fox Chieftain, squinting his eyes, stood up and grabbed the collar of the trusted aide.


"What did you say? A tribe has escaped?!"


Chapter 315 Red Fox Flees