Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 916 - 529: The High Priest Heads East, The Last Memories and the Mountaintop_3

Chapter 916: Chapter 529: The High Priest Heads East, The Last Memories and the Mountaintop_3

He took a deep breath, and his expression instantly relaxed. A sense of intoxication surged up, letting his thoughts drift with it. It was as if he were gradually rising, ascending above the Yun Tian. The memories of the past floated like clouds, gathering into faces deeply buried in his heart, yet smiling as they drifted away, leaving behind familiar yet strange greetings.

"...Little Xutel, you must remember, you are a descendant of Acamapichtli, of the Mexica Royal Family! You must inherit the glory of your ancestors and carry on our family legacy!"

The middle-aged father, clad in war clothes, shouted his teaching loudly in front of the Temple where the ancestors’ relics were consecrated. The young Xutel nodded solemnly and earnestly.

"Father, I will never forget the glory of the ancestors!"

"Good!"

The middle-aged father smiled slightly, then suddenly changed, becoming the look he had when he died in battle. He gave Xutel a deep look and then walked into the boundless forest, heading towards the family Divine Tree.

"...Little Xutel, go to the Holy City of Teotihuacan and serve as a junior Priest. Do well! Remember, you are a branch of the Royal Family. Behind you, there’s me!"

The elderly Predecessor Monarch Montezuma wore royal attire, holding a Divine Staff with a Ruby set on top. His eyes sparkled with a strong ambition and an undeniable arrogance.

"Yes, O respected Great Tlatoani! I will devote my life to the Chief Divine!"

"Mm."

The elderly Montezuma nodded his head. Many Samurai appeared beside him, escorting the supreme King, heading towards the endless Rainforest. Among them, a young Samurai glanced at him and smiled. It was Totec, the Chief Commander who had committed suicide.

"...Lord Priest, she has given birth, it’s a boy... How should it be handled?"

The middle-aged Etalik knelt on the ground, respectfully reporting back to him. It was an accident, one that should not have occurred to a devout mid-level Priest.

"A boy? A boy... Huh!"

The middle-aged High Priest lowered his eyes, contemplating for a long time before finally suppressing the urge to kill in his heart. According to religious teachings, as a mid-level Priest of the Chief Divine, he should not marry or have offspring.

"...Arrange for him in the Civilian District of the Holy City, raise the child well. The boy’s name will be... Xiuxoke!"

A hazy female figure gathered in the wind, her features indistinct, only a vague recollection of beauty. She looked at the High Priest with a smile on her lips, and then dispersed in the wind. Without identity, without bloodline, she does not enter the Divine Tree.

Divine Smoke burned, a light wind swept from the sky above, like the caress of a lover. The High Priest pressed his lips together, shook his head, and dispelled the inexplicable sadness. Then, he lit another portion of Divine Smoke, immersed in the distant dream.

"...Xiuxoke, kill this Sacrifice, don’t be too weak! Remember, you are a descendant of Acamapichtli, you must uphold the family’s glory! Kill him!"

The robust High Priest wore Ceremonial Dress and held a stern expression. In the eerie underground prison, there was a Sacrificial Stone for practicing Sacrificial Rite, with a strong Tlaxcala Samurai bound on it, and the young Xiuxoke standing nearby. Then, he handed the Dagger expressionlessly to Xiuxoke’s hand, and calmly waited.

The young Xiuxoke’s limbs trembled, his face appeared pale. He looked in awe at the father he rarely saw, slowly raising the Stone Dagger. Then he clenched his teeth and suddenly shouted fiercely, his arm descending!

"Good!"

The red splattered, and the High Priest’s face showed approval, full of expectation. The young Xiuxoke fell to the ground, tossed away the blood-stained Stone Dagger, and cried out "Wah-wah." Everything retreated with the sound of crying, heading towards an unknown direction.

"...Olosh, you are the bravest Samurai in the City-State. From today, you and Xiuxoke will study together inside and outside the Holy City!"

The High Priest was still robust, yet the Ceremonial Dress he wore had grown increasingly regal. In front of him, the young Olosh knelt, alongside the similarly young Xiuxoke. The two youths knelt on the ground, looking at one another, with expressions slightly defiant. They soon agreed to spar and determine who was stronger.

The youths’ calls gradually faded, and silence quickly returned. The middle-aged Xiuxoke knelt in the family’s Temple, the High Priest dressed in high-grade Ceremonial Dress was at the upper seat. Fire lingered in his eyes, vehemently asking the son at the lower seat below.

"Xiuxoke! When did you start associating with that commoner woman? Which City-State Nobles were influencing you?"

"Father, no one influenced me, it was of my own free will!"

Xiuxoke straightened his back, his face anxious yet resolved. Moreover...

"She is already pregnant!"

"...The continuation of the family..."

The High Priest’s expression froze, as if struck at a weak point. After a long time, he lowered his eyes, sighed, and slowly began speaking.

"Fine! Wait until the child is born, and then we shall decide!"

Later, the Sun set with the evening glow, and a meteor streaked across the sky. The great Predecessor Monarch Montezuma passed away, and a new life, amidst the strange divine signs, was born into the world, "Wa-wa!"

"Xiulote, my legitimate grandson..."

The High Priest’s smile lifted on his lips, like the most brilliant flourish of sunset. He opened Petl’s Potion, drank two mouthfuls, the sweet scent lingering in his throat, bringing comfort throughout his body. Then, without hesitation, he opened the last bottle of Elder’s Potion and drank it in one go!

"The continuation of the family, the brilliance is right before my eyes. With such a grandson, I have no regrets in this life... and today, as I bow before old friends, enjoy the Divine Smoke and Holy Water, smiling as I go to the Divine Kingdom!"

The High Priest’s smile grew more radiant, his eyes lit up like the Morning Star, but his pupils began to diffuse. In front of him appeared the last sunset, a figure crowned with Obsidian stood upon the glacier at the summit of the Divine Mountain. Then, the figure slowly turned to reveal a solemn yet youthful face.

"Xiulote, my child..."