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 night breeze fluttered, and the bonfire flickered. Guramo took out a bamboo flute from his bosom and began to play, and the cheerful melody soared through the gathering.


Medina gently removed her black robe, revealing a slender waist and legs as pale as jade. Then, bending down, she slowly slipped off her cloth shoes, and the crisp sound of bells chimed in response.


Xiulote looked over upon hearing the sound. On the delicate ankles of the girl, there were exquisitely crafted silver bracelets, from which small silver bells hung. Near the silver bracelets, the skin bore faint red marks, signs of repeated friction. The King's gaze continued downward, pausing momentarily on the blush-painted toenails, before swiftly turning away.


Chapter 380: The Redistribution of Fiefs, The Dance of the Maiden, and The King's Command