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!

A voice, ethereal as smoke, drifted in, seeming to carry both a smile and a hint of curiosity. It was like the gentle rain of April, falling drop by drop into one's heart, signaling that spring had arrived.


Zicao Clan Leader Guramo turned indifferently to see a stunningly beautiful young girl appear in the great hall. She was draped in a tender yellow robe, with hair tied at her waist. She had a delicate face, curved willow eyebrows, a petite nose, and lips thin as rose petals. However, what captured the most attention were her spirited eyes. Those bright eyes were brimming with emotion, reflecting a pond in autumn, yet also seemed to hide a hint of spring's light.


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