Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1543 - 1084: Xiulote’s Prophecy, the Divine King’s Weakness

"Xiulote, my son, I am old!... I've experienced all I've should have, what I've enjoyed, I've already experienced... Rather than watching you suffer humiliation, like me, imprisoned in this Capital City's cage... I'd rather go early to the Divine Kingdom, to eliminate your weaknesses, so that fragile emotions won't shackle you..."

"Father! You are old, but I am still young... I can wait, and am ready to wait patiently... Moreover, my younger siblings, they are too young! They are all very small, having just arrived in this world. They haven't seen the vastness of the world, haven't experienced the joys and pains of life... If they were to face such a cruel end in such ignorance... I truly cannot bear it..."

"Your younger siblings... Xiulote, for the inheritance of the Holy City line... there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed! Your grandfather, me, and even your younger siblings, we can all be sacrificed!"

"Father! I came back to the Capital City this time not just for you, but also for the Mexica's world! This world cannot withstand a devastating civil war at this critical moment. However, for supreme power, Aweit has prepared to start a civil war... Actually, I was already prepared to accept imprisonment, but I did not expect his means to be so fierce, urgent, and rude, leaving no room for decency..."

"Alas! The eagle trapped in a cage, the sun also trapped in a valley... everything is the impermanence of fate, only endless time can take away everything!"

In the vast study room, the conversation between the father and son echoed. The abstract panels and carvings, like ancient tribal marks, silently surrounded the father and son standing face to face.

Father Xiuxoke, slightly stooped, raised his head slightly, looking at his taller son Xiulote. He was once so tall and strong! He could easily lift the young Xiulote and place him on his shoulders, playing the role of a brave and running Jaguar. But now, standing in front of his tall and strong son, he seems like a shriveled, skinny child...

"Ah, time! Such a wondrous existence... it can change everything, make the weak strong, let the strong die. With the divinity of growth, aging, and death, it shapes all the Divine Descendant and commoners, by its own hands!... It always goes without return, bringing eternal sleep and death, never caring about the identity and lineage of the dead... And about the divinity and laws of time! No Divine can hold it in their hands..."

Father Xiuxoke paused in silence, then began to recite poetry with complex emotions. After years of honing, he no longer needed to look at the poetry collection left by his son, having become a true Poet of Mexica. Then he looked at his tall and steady eldest son, couldn't help but reach out to caress that heroic mature face, muttering to himself.

"So alike! Truly alike!..."

"Eh? Father? Alike?..."

"Yes! Your handsome appearance is so much like your mother's, and also like me when I was young! But the heroic spirit in your brow, that imperious demeanor, resembles the look of my father when he was middle-aged, your grandfather!..."

Father Xiuxoke marveled, a trace of sighs appeared on his face. He felt the impermanence of fate, deeply understood the endless power of time. This is a force that no Divine Descendant of any reverence, no immortal elder, can resist!

"Who can control time? The ancient All Gods cannot, the young Chief Divine cannot... Even Gods are powerless, let alone the sentient in the human world?... The ordinary commoners cannot, the noble nobility and Priest cannot... Even the high and mighty, once commanding Divine King, cannot! He will age, he will die, eventually unable to resist time! In fact, the more intensely he exhausts his thoughts, the more his remaining time will rush past... So, hidden in the wind, the God of Time! I wish to exchange my time for his..."

Father Xiuxoke, with a calm face, quietly recited the poetry, as if making a life-long curse. After the spell-like hard-to-hear poetry, Xiuxoke took a long breath, solemnly looked at his son, and spoke up.

"Xiulote, entering this Capital City was easy for you. But wanting to leave, that will be difficult!... My child, you must be prepared, it might be ten years, maybe twenty years... Patience is abundant at the start, yet at the end, not a drop remains, just like the former grand aspirations and ambitions!"

"Ten years? Twenty years?..."

Hearing his father's words, Xiulote was silent for a few quarters, then earnestly shook his head. He looked sincerely at his worn-out father, speaking of the upcoming drastic changes with absolute certainty.

"Father, do you remember the prophecy I once mentioned to grandfather? About the white-skinned demons appearing from the Eastern Sea, bringing plagues, thunderbolts, large ships, giant beasts, and death..."

"It was Divine enlightenment to me, it's a real future!... The world is about to undergo a great change, I have also made arrangements in the Eastern Sea. My time in the Capital City may be much shorter than you think... I just need to patiently wait, patiently live on..."

"The prophecy of the white-skinned demons?..."

Upon hearing this, father Xiuxoke raised his eyebrows, watched his Divinely inspired son solemnly for a moment. A moment later, he lightly sighed, his voice deep as he spoke.

"My child, I believe in your Divine Revelation, and I believe in your prophecy... However, if your prophecy comes true, and your incontrovertible divinity is truly witnessed by everyone... I fear that by then, the Divine King's apprehension of you will only greatly increase. Such a God-revealed fulfilled prophecy perhaps might be your trouble, not any blessing!" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Father, I understand your concern... But I understand Aweit, his ambition is a flame that burns the world! The broader his knowledge of the world, the higher the flame of his ambition will grow! He will burn throughout the world until he burns himself out completely!"

Xiulote lowered his eyes, and with a similarly low voice, spoke of the destined future he foresaw.

"The Chief Divine bore witness! I choose to submit to Aweit, the flame of his ambition would move away from me, burning toward the Cloud People in the South! And when the Cloud People in the South are burned out, the flame will only grow bigger, never stopping or satisfying... He will continue burning, burning through the Eastern Maya, further toward the East Sea Islands the demons came from, even more distant lands..."

"Ancestor's protection! As long as Aweit constantly has new powerful enemies, I, who always submitted, will not become his primary target... But the Cloud People in the southern mountain forest, Maya in the Eastern Jungle, demons with large ships from the Eastern Sea, are not adversaries so easily dealt with!"

"His energy and time will be devoted to one long, seemingly endless conquest after another... And when the plague of death strikes, it shows no regard for esteemed status or lineage, only taking those touched by the God of Death..."

"The Chief Divine already set down destiny! That ever-burning ambition, the steps that refuse to stop, and the unyielding pride, will not only achieve the great Divine King but also determine his ultimate end..."

At this point, Xiulote's expression shifted, his thoughts surged uncontrollably. He recalled in history how Aweit marched two thousand miles on foot to attack the Zapotecs, but failed. Subsequently, internal conflicts among the Alliance nobles erupted, ultimately leading to Aweit's assassination on the long dyke...

Though today's Mexica history has completely changed, the Alliance's national strength is far beyond what it was historically! Yet Aweit's character flaws remain unchanged, even more domineering and proud due to his early ascension!

Propelled by this stubborn character, even if Aweit conquers Mistec and the Zapotecs, he will continue to attack the Maya, and further foreign lands. His brutality against the Alliance nobles would only escalate, just as he deprived me of my inheritance rights. And along such a trajectory, unless there's someone to manage the aftermath, constantly advising and reminding him, the ultimate fate of the Divine King...

"The Chief Divine says! The higher he stands, the further he sees. The further he sees, the more he wishes to climb higher!... However, there are always limits to the height of mountains, human power eventually exhausts..."

Xiulote lowered his eyes, in the presence of his father, softly recited a few concluding lines. These conclusions are teachings Aweit once imparted to him, flowing from past warm memories but now carrying a chilly autumn atmosphere of relentless pursuit.

"Teacher said to me... The bottom line cannot be violated, or it becomes a weakness, and weakness brings death! Unlike ordinary mortals, a great ruler must have no weaknesses!"

"The Divine King, his greatest weakness... is the uncontrollable desire for conquest, the unrelenting urge to control! This desire will accomplish him, grant him countless successes, but it merely takes one failure for him to ruin himself..."

"Aweit, after this ordeal, we cannot return to the past!... I will resolve to overcome my soft-hearted weakness... And when that day finally comes, I will no longer stand by your side!"