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 setting sun cast a bloody glow, falling upon the Zicao Manor. The once brilliant and ostentatious glamour had now transformed into the sights of devastation and destruction before their eyes. Outside the manor, torn pieces of cloth and scattered branches and leaves lay about, marred with marks of chopping and hacking. Inside, the stems of the large dahlias were broken, trampled into the mud. Amongst the flowers and trees, the gold and silver decorated buildings were smeared with fresh red, as if the God of Death himself had painted the final marks with his brush.


Chapter 389: Secret Letter