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 March spring breeze was warm and nurturing, like the gentle hands of the Goddess of Plants and Trees, as it tenderly brushed over the lands by the riverbank. The spring grass was a rich green, and the spring water shimmered with ripples, filling the banks of the Lerma River with vitality.


On the north shore of the Long River were dense forests. Red Feather's tits were soaring among the trees, while white-winged doves perched atop the cacti. Scattered wooden forts dotted the forest, garrisoned with Otomi Militia who had opened up farmland at the base of the forts. In the early spring, the fallow fields sprouted patches of green grass, and unknown wild flowers bloomed in the fields, attracting brightly colored butterflies to dance.


Chapter 361: Settling the Canine Descendants, Birds of Spring Fly