Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 1049 - 637: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Ancient Myth, and Majestic Maya Epic!

Chapter 1049: Chapter 637: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Ancient Myth, and Majestic Maya Epic!

"Oh, you speak of the Serpent Divine Descendant, that’s extraordinary!"

The Long River flows north, the lagoon glimmers. Red Lake Town is nestled between the river and the lake, and seven longships are anchored at the junction. At this moment, the epic of the Maya tribes wafts along with the evening breeze at the river mouth, spanning centuries of rise and fall in just a few words!

"This story begins with the bygone Golden Age!... The entire Maya Lands, from the northern Yucatan Coast to the southern Guatemalan highlands, stretching over two thousand li north to south. From south to north, it can be divided into the northern lowlands of seven hundred li, the central basin of seven hundred li, and the southern highlands of seven hundred li. In this vast rainforest, hundreds of tribes and city-states have persevered for three thousand years!"

Tikalo’s expression was distant, he slightly raised his head, as if tracing ancient memories. He paused for a moment, and his tone became solemn and earnest.

"However, although the Maya tribes are dispersed from north to south, they share a common origin, the Maya of the Golden Age, the city-states of the gods in the central basin! Thirteen hundred years ago, in the endless rainforest of the central basin, various Divine Descendants, guided by the gods, initiated the Golden Age, crafting the most splendid of ancient epics. At that time, the entire central basin was filled with cultivated fields, constructed water channels, vast cities, continuous observatories, and towering temples of the gods!... "

At this point, Tikalo’s eyes were full of longing. He couldn’t help but sing an age-old Maya ballad, his voice ancient and melodious.

"The gods came from the sky, leaving Divine Descendants in the woods, guiding the people on earth! Oh, Mayans, bathed in the starlight of all gods, under the leadership of the Divine Descendants, built towering temples, built vast ballcourts, built high platforms of the stars, built magnificent city-states!..."

"In the sky, there are eight million stardusts, on earth, there are eight million common people. In the night sky, there are eighty thousand bright stars, at high places, there are eighty thousand observatories. The gods have eight thousand meteors, Divine Descendants have eight thousand temples. The Divine Realm has eight hundred divinities, the human world has eight hundred groups of Divine Descendants!..."

"Countless common people labor day and night, countless pyramids rise from the ground. Long-calendar steles engrave myths and epics, inherited tablets record the mysteries transmitted by the divine. Oh, People of Maize, just follow the footsteps of the divine, the footsteps of the giants will never cease! Like the lava surging in volcanoes, like the fierce wind blowing across the sea, from the earth of the human world, towards the starry sky of the Divine Realm, the soul never stops!... "

Tikalo sang loudly, filled with longing, imagination, and dreams of the Golden Age. The old militia Chiwaco blinked, after a while, he came back to his senses, shook his head, and sighed.

"Ah, my Heavenly Divine! Seven hundred li of rainforest, eight million people... how many groups is that? How could they stay in the rainforest and still build so many temples?..."

"Eight hundred divinities, eight hundred groups of Divine Descendants? Damn it!"

Chief God Priest Tomate raised his eyebrows, his eyes stern. Then he remembered the kingdom’s hot air balloon miracle and murmured to himself,

"From the earth of the human world to the starry sky of the Divine Realm? Mayans never stop?..."

"So many people, so many Divine Descendants, so many city-states, wouldn’t that be chaotic?... No wonder they had to build so many human sacrifice ballcourts."

Puap stared, touched the bronze axe at his waist, and soon spoke urgently.

"The Serpent Divine Descendant? Quickly, tell us, tell us!"

"The Maya city-states of the Golden Age were densely clustered in the central basin. Among them, the most splendid were the Divine Capital Tikal and the Snake City Calakmul. These two great city-states competed and fought, vying for the leadership of the Maya tribes for centuries, eventually ending with the victory of the Divine Capital! Divine Capital Tikal thus became the City of the Gods, the leader of all tribes, leading the Maya tribes to the peak of the Golden Age!"

"... However, according to the records of the ancestors, the original name of the Divine Capital a thousand years ago should have been Yax Mutal, ’Great Knot.’ In ancient times, knots also symbolized the divine serpent. ’Kala’ means serpent, and the meaning of Calakmul is ’Residence of the Divine Serpent’... Therefore, the Divine Descendants who ruled these two most splendid city-states inherited the bloodline of the Serpent Divine, revered as the most honored Serpent Divine Descendants!"

"Ah! Excellent! Where are Tikal and Calakmul located?"

Puap couldn’t wait, clutched his bronze axe tightly, and asked through gritted teeth.

"Are their Divine Descendants many, are they easy to capture?"

Tikalo smiled faintly and glanced at Puap, shaking his head.

"The Divine Capital and Snake City are both deep within the Central Maya rainforest. From here, heading east, you need to traverse over a thousand li of jungle to reach the ruins of these two great city-states."

"What! Ruins?"

"Yes! No matter how grand the Golden Age, it eventually comes to an end, just as the sun sets. At the height of Divine Capital Tikal, the overconfident and ignorant Divine Descendants unknowingly angered the gods. The gods left in fury, and a terrible divine catastrophe followed, lasting for two hundred years! Two hundred years of floods and droughts, two hundred years of slaughter and sacrifice, and terrifying disasters not recorded... After two hundred years, hundreds of city-states in the central basin were destroyed in the divine catastrophe, an era of darkness where countless Divine Descendants perished and countless tribes died! Even the long-calendar steles forever stopped six hundred years ago, engraving only fearful fragments, that vague and unclear dark history..."