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!

Outside Water Valley City, in the main general's tent, there was a somber and quiet atmosphere. A gentle breeze blew, bringing faint sounds of distant farmers shouting, accompanied by the subtle scent of burning fields. It was the smell of spring cultivation and the hope of an autumn harvest.


Xiulote sat cross-legged on the carpet, looking at his trusted aide Miwa, who was dripping with sweat just a few steps away. He smiled faintly and asked in a low voice.


"Miwa, you just said that Black Wolf has something to tell me?"


The red-haired trusted aide Miwa stood in the center of the tent. He looked at the God of Death, the Great Chief above him, earnestly nodding in affirmation.


"I ran all the way without stopping to your tent, precisely to deliver a message from Black Wolf Chieftain!"


Upon hearing this, Xiulote showed interest and asked with a smile.


Chapter 516: Advancing Southern Army