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!

Daylight hurriedly passed by, and suddenly it was deep night again. Campfires were lit along the extending mountain ridge, stretching for miles. More than a dozen tribes, thousands of Canine Descendants, camped openly in the mix of darkness and firelight, sleeping just like the mixed and entangled various campgrounds.


The cool moss was cold, and the evening wind was silent. In the quiet of the night, Aztec suddenly woke. Like an alert mountain cat, she abruptly sat up, looking around vigilantly, a sharp Obsidian Dagger now in her hand.


Chapter 339: Thunderbolt and Fire