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 sunlight spilled over, and the outskirts of Aotuo City bustled with noise. Seven thousand of the Imperial Guard Legion broke camp and marched southward, their white-gold cloth armor gleaming in the fields. Heavy copper cannons were mounted on gun carriages, dragged forward by accompanying Militia.


The flag of the Black Wolf fluttered high, with five hundred trusted aides closely guarding it. Accompanied by the Head Warrior, Xiulote climbed a small hill. The hill was dotted with tall broken cloth trees and some blooming large dahlias. Among the tall trees and flourishing flowers stood a solitary grave. It was marked by an unlettered stele, with an abstract rose carved at the center.


Chapter 385: Jingji Legion, Huitu and the Sky