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 was deep, and 120 miles south of Aotuo, the Jingji Legion had made their encampment.


Guramo, leader of the Zicao Clan, dressed in black, climbed the nearest hill with a dozen trusted aides. His expression was solemn as he watched the distant camp, where flickers of bonfires shimmered. Patrolling samurais surrounded the camp, so the group dared not get too close and could only skirt around it from the hills.


Guramo looked over the camp housing thousands, a force the southern nobility could hardly resist. Then, he turned back to look north, where darkness enveloped the mountains, and a more formidable evil approached, carrying the roar of a volcanic demon.


Guramo took a deep breath, his body trembling with excitement, just like a gambler throwing dice.


Chapter 384 Guramo in Action