MTL - My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor’s Corpse - Chapter 53 Imperial Treasure!

Yang Ye’s entire family relied on him to keep them safe, but just when everything seemed to be going well, misfortune struck in droves!

Xiao in his first life didn’t have the talent to reach the top and during his life he was killed by one of the heavenly Opposers, then he was born again in the second world where he again faced problems, after surviving and dying in the second world he was again brought back to as a child in his first life, this time Xiao swore to lay low, he would use his future knowledge to get cosy with the characters that would become strong in the future, he would lay low and try to become an immortal while fulfilling his desires but how did things get so bad??

Reincarnated Empress: Xiao's the only man in my life, he's the one who caused my ambition to bring down the heavenly court to dust!!

The Forsaken Heavenly Beast: Brother Xiao's the one who saved my life and gave me meaning, he's the one who gave me the courage to go against the heavenly court!!!

Succesor Of The Medicine King: Brother Xiao's my role model, he's a true man!!, he's the only one worthy to rule the heavens, he's our heavely opposer's leader, the opposing Emperor!!

The True Mc: Me and Xiao might not be related by blood but I am more than willing to lay my life down for him!!, he's the reason that the group heavenly opposer's even exist and we will bring down those stuck up rulers of the heaven!!

Xiao: “......”

One day, the majority of humanity had a collective thought.

‘I wish the world would just collapse.’

And then, that wish came true.

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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