Teotihuacan, a sacred place of worship. In the vast world, feel the quaint and desolate ancient city, and the eagle cries and the leopard roars are chasing away.
Go back to Central America 700 years ago, when the Aztecs were very prosperous.
The priests stood at the top of the pyramid of the sun. One hundred thousand warriors covered the entire wilderness. fluttering. The high priest held his hands high, and the obsidian dagger gleamed in the sun, drawing a cruel and gorgeous arc, bringing the cycle of life back to the earth. Tens of thousands of cheers sounded, with the reverence of the ignorant era.
This was a gift dedicated to the sun god, in return for the sacrifice of the gods in creating the world.
Solemn sacrifices from sunrise to sunset, all-night revelry ignited the whole night, and so on for a hundred years, until white-skinned terrors came from the east coast, bringing blood, thunder, monsters, and disease.
Doomsday, as legend has it, or the end of the Fifth Era?
How can a traveler, in this fierce era, inherit the legacy of two thousand years of ancient Mesoamerican civilization, resist the invasion of Western colonizers with an immortal soul, and lead the ancient Aztec civilization to a new path ~~
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~ I am a mortal (postscript)
Chapter 81 postscript
Chapter 18: [ V I P ] Seventeen
Chapter 812 Turn In, The Westward Journey of the Prince of Feathers
