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 brilliant sunshine fell from the sky, making the bronze cannons shine with a golden light. The rainy season had ended, the sky was cloudless, yet the rumbling of thunder echoed among the hills, like the roar of a giant beast. The continuous roars kept coming, leaving the villagers within dozens of miles in a state of shocked awe. While praying to the Chief Divine, they looked towards the direction from which the roars emanated.


In the nearby villages, the Preaching Priests had just received instructions to calm the villagers under their jurisdiction and prohibit them from approaching the source of the thunder. For there, the Divine Revelation Priesthood was holding a sacred ceremony, receiving the Divine Power bestowed by the Chief Divine! Upon hearing the news, the village priests prayed devoutly for a few moments before hurrying off with their apprentices and militia to soothe the hundreds of villagers.


Chapter 372: The Creation of the Military Workshops, the Rain God Tiger Squat Cannon!