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?

"Chief Divine! What is happening with this horse? Has it gone mad?!..."


The lower deck of the Ocean Shielding Ship is not spacious, only about fifteen steps long and four to five steps wide. And now, a small section has been partitioned off with baskets of potatoes and salted meat, serving as a makeshift stable, making it even more cramped. Three "tall" Mongolian horses are squeezed into the narrow stable, their bodies emanating a strong, pungent odor.


At this moment, the two 1.34-meter Yakut snow mares are uneasily nestled in the corner, their bodies pressed against the ship's wall. Meanwhile, in the center of the stable, the 1.56-meter Jurchen stallion is frantically rolling on the deck. Its strong hooves are kicking wildly, and it emits painful neighs, as if suffering from some unseen torment!


Chapter 1568 - Chapter 1108: The Returning Horse, Two Millennia Later