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 deepened. The moonlight was sparse; the stars hidden, and the earth plunged into shadow, with the mountains and forests succumbing to darkness.


The Imperial Guard Legion's encampment was austere and heavily fortified, quiet yet deadly. Elite samurais holding torches patrolled outside the camp. They were guarding the king inside the large tent and also keeping watch over the nobles staying in the small town.


Xiulote, dressed in military attire, sat cross-legged in the large tent. He held a scroll in his hands, while beneath him lay a soft Jaguar fur carpet. A fire basin was lit inside the tent, which was open at the top, allowing the night wind to surge in intermittently. The southern November was still warm; there was no need for a blanket to sleep comfortably.


Chapter 381 Charm