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?

"Ong. West, west, to the west, the Ancestors', the Giants', tomb!"


"The Ancestors' Giants' tomb? What is that?"


"Ong! That is, that is... Yah! Countless, interconnected giants! It's what you've been searching for, what you must find, that one!..."


In the boundless deep sea, a solitary small island dots the surrounding waters, with waves stretching for hundreds of miles. On the island, there is a gray-brown volcano, covered with white snow. Among the snow are green shrubs, grass, and moss, scattered sparsely, stretching from the island's edges, reaching to the volcano's lower and higher parts. Here seems to be the world's end, barren and dead silent, with no tribes or human traces, not even sea beasts or flocks of birds.


Chapter 1464 - Chapter 1017: The Song of White Crow — Mother, Grandmother, and the Tomb