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 great hall is wide, with curtains fluttering. Expensive candlelight burns in the corners, and the ancient murals tell tales of times long past. Beneath the murals at the upper end is a dark-colored ancient clay incense burner, already filled with spices.


Acap bowed his eyes and slowly stood up. He approached the incense burner and carefully drew fire from a rough clay fire jar to light the incense. Soon, a gentle and delicate fragrance rose from the incense burner, akin to the sweet smell of rosewood. Upon closer inspection, there seemed to be something hidden within this gentle aroma.


The young Elder Priest raised his head and gazed at the divine mural above the incense burner amidst the gentle fragrance. This mural was quite old; at its center stood the Chief Divine holding a javelin, while below were the led Mexica people. At the forefront of the people was an elderly, white-haired priest holding a Yellow Gemstone Scepter.


"Chief Divine Faction... Chief Priest..."


Chapter 520: Tasting Fragrance and Giving Guidance