"The great Highland Chief Divine has sent down His immortal divine miracle! His divine blood-colored eyes gaze upon the mortal tribes from the high sky! This is the eye of the God, the gaze of the God!…"

"Praise Huitzilopochtli! He is the most radiant sun and fire atop the Cotton God Tree, controlling all wars and life! He is the great divine spirit of the Highlands and the Maya, destined to rule everything present and future. From the Highlands to the Maya!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Praise the Chief Divine! Bow before Him, pray to Him! Only He is the sole great divine spirit of the Fourth Era, the final Chief Divine of the Fifth Era! Come, worship Him!…"

When the July wind blows across the Maya West Coast, hundreds of tribal chiefs and over twenty thousand Maya tribespeople gathered at the Salt Village town guarded by the grand army, participating in the Chief Divine's grand "Sky Ritual." And after the blue Sacred Fire, the white hymn, and the blood-colored sacrifice, accompanied by the chief divine priest's hoarse prayers, tens of thousands of Maya tribe eyes stared at the sky, filled with shock and fear!

In this moment, a "Red Giant Beast" slowly ascends into the sky, its blood-red eyes open and gazing at the multitude of tribes!

The chief divine priest announced that this is the "arrival of the Chief Divine," an unprecedented and unimaginable "terrifying arrival"! And at this instant, every Maya tribe who saw the "Divine Spirit Giant Eye" was either fearfully awestruck, forlorn, or prostrate with reverence, utterly shaken in mind and frightened out of their wits!

"Ah! Ah! The Highland people have summoned the Heavenly Divine! This is the face of the Sky God! The attention of the Sky God!…"

"Quick, kneel down, kneel down! Bow before Him, bow! The Heavenly Divine is angry, the sun will disappear, everyone will die, corn will fail to harvest!…"

"Ancestors, this is the divine miracle sent down by the true God! The Highland War God turned out to be the actual great divine spirit!…"

At this moment, whether they were humble Maya tribespeople, stubborn Maya Warriors, or the sacred Maya Nobles and priests, were all completely deprived of reason by the unprecedented "Sky Miracle," invoked by the Highland Tribe's "blood-colored War God!"

"Heavenly Serpent Divine! What… what is this?!… How is this accomplished? Could it be the mana of Ancient Holy Artifacts?…"

Even the well-traveled and cunning Mayan merchant Tikalo trembled in shock and stammered in panic. Amid the faith wave of tens of thousands kneeling and praying in terror, he involuntarily fell to his knees. Beside him, his nephew Ti'aj Kin, who had converted to the Chief Divine, was already tearful and overwhelmingly devout.

"Praise the Chief Divine, praise the Chief Divine! The Chief Divine has manifested!… Ah! Only such a powerful great divine spirit can help Mayapan be restored, allowing our Kokom Clan to return to the ancestral kingdom court of Chichen Itza!"

Under the rising "Divine Spirit Giant Eye," the fervent prayers finally spread forth from the converted Maya tribes, starting at the seaside Salt Village Town and extending into the depths of the jungle. The Maya tribe's faith transformation proceeded without distinction, genuinely from their hearts!

However, such a transformation of faith, even with the intervention of "divine miracles," is destined to be a long and profound process. The conflict between new and old beliefs will extend across the entire Yucatan Lowland, thoroughly restructuring the order of Maya Tribes, until the enduring Maya populations are completely enfolded into the embrace of the Chief Divine's Gummy People!

"Chief Divine bless! The Maya evangelism has finally made a qualitative breakthrough! Afterward, it's a continuous advance from the coast to inland, delving into the jungle, deep into the heart of the Maya!…"

Bertade's eyes were dark and teasing as he gazed at the hot air balloon in the sky and further towards the endless Maya Forest Sea in the East. This Yucatan Lowland Maya, spanning over eight hundred miles, shrouded in vast endless Forest Sea, lacking any river to navigate through.

From over two thousand years ago of the Golden Maya era until the current Fifteenth Century, this boundless Tropical Jungle was a green hell difficult to traverse, and a natural barrier that the Maya Tribes remained unconquerable by external forces. All military rule struggled to maintain in such an isolated environment, relying only on the control of maritime trade, along with the divine and ancestral spiritual connections!

In this era, traveling across the Lowland Maya by land, no matter if having the most reliable tribal guides, clear forest roads, along with water and food supplies from along the City-State and village routes, would take up to a month on foot! On average, small groups of Samurai could only march twenty miles a day. If a large army led a mobilization, the march would be even slower.

However, if traveling by Kingdom-improved single-mast oar-sail ship from the western Salt Village on the Yucatan Coast to Ekab Port on the Yucatan East Coast, this over eight hundred mile sea journey would take ten days! Utilizing captured light sailing ships could cut the journey in half to only five days!

In terms of communication efficiency, inland places like Xiu, the Kapul Clan, and the remaining Tulum tribes on the East Coast, these Maya clans at war or hostile with the Alliance, were less convenient in communication compared to kingdom ports on the East and West coasts.

Therefore, the Maya clan chiefdom within the jungle struggled to timely muster forces to collectively initiate aggression against the kingdom occupying the coast. If they dared to strike from deep in the jungle to the coast, the kingdom could easily focus superior forces to break them one by one. However, infiltrating the jungle for warfare on hostile clan territories by the kingdom, was not because of being unable to defeat enemies, but locating enemies and supplies in the infinite Forest Sea was far more challenging than the engagement itself!