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!

Emerald clouds drifted away in the sky, yellow leaves withered among the mountains. Autumn in the Northern Land was full of depth, with a great expanse of mountains stretching to the horizon. The brown ridges extended eastward and abruptly rose into steep slopes before bending towards the north.


Xiulote stood atop a small hill, his eyes unwavering, intently focused on the battle before him.


At this very moment, several thousand Canine Warriors were entrenched in the mountain top camp, defending with the advantage of the steep slopes that soared dozens of meters high. Two thousand Ottopan Warriors dressed in gray-blue War Clothes fiercely attacked up the steep incline, like surging waves!


Chapter 337: Hidden Killing Intent