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 morning sun rose from the East, lighting up the golden sky and illuminating the undulating forests. Fir trees stood tall among the mountains, and their green-yellow needles swayed in the wind as if they were the feathers of deities. With the sun ascended, leaves took flight in the forests. In the depths of autumn, the Eastern Madre Mountain Range resembled the Earth Mother Goddess's splendid Feathered Garment, dazzling and enchanting to behold.


"This is the most beautiful season, and also the best time for hunting," 


Xiulote stood on the Highlands, looking toward the northern scenery with a smile on his face. Behind him, the flag of the Black Wolf fluttered high, and not far off was the surrendered camp of the Red Monkey. Below in the highlands, thousands of Mexica warriors stood with grim expressions and rattling Armor Leaves, surging towards the main camp of the Red Dog.


Chapter 349: A Long Day, the Fierce Noon