Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1586 - 1125: Manifestation in the Mortal World, Great Buddha Vizilobo!

"Praise the Supreme Main God! He watches over us from the sky with His red eyes!..."

"Ancestors! Divine Mountain and Divine Sea! The Great Buddha Vizilobo has descended! Descended! He has appeared from the heavens!..."

"Buddha! Chief Divine! What is this?! This... this celestial, red eye... what on earth is this?!"

"Bodhisattva bless us! Heaven bless us! Chief Divine bless us!... I, the humble one, kowtow to You! You are the true Great Buddha!"

Noon sunlight shines upon Whale Harbor where the longships converge. The sprawling sheds and meat drying racks, and the stone-built sacrificial altar of the Chief Divine all attest to the prosperity of this harbor camp. At this moment, the sacred ritual reaches its climax, with the gigantic "Eye of the Spirit" floating above the harbor, gazing at the ends of the Northern Continent. Thousands of tribes, gathered together, kneel in fear and reverence, praying from the depths of their hearts to the unimaginable miracle!

"Praise the Chief Divine of the Southern Tribes! He is the Ancestor God of Great Magical Power, Vizilopo Mountain God!"

"Ah, this is... this is the miracle of the Jiao People's Chief Divine!... 'At the age of fifteen hundred, King Anavatapta entered the sea, extinguishing the Buddhist Law'... My Buddha! In this Age of Dharma Decline, where the Tathagata has passed into extinction and it is difficult to attain true enlightenment... there is... is there truly a Great Buddha capable of manifesting the divine law on earth?!... Thus have I heard... no! Thus have I personally seen, Vizilopochtli is truly the Great Divine Buddha!"

The "Eye of the Spirit" floating in the sky blocks the sun and emits a halo of golden light above. At the close of the 15th century, this flying miracle creates such an indescribable jolt to the hearts of men! Faced with such a terrifying miracle, whether the devout warriors of the Kingdom of the Lake, the ignorant tribes of the Northern Continent, or the captives from East Asia... all tremble uncontrollably and offer their faith!

At this moment, the glory of the Chief Divine replaces the sunlight in the sky, falling into their eyes, whether filled with fanaticism, shock, or dread! The majesty of the Chief Divine, like the emblem on their foreheads, has descended at this instant, never to be forgotten!

"Eye of the Spirit... Eye of the Spirit! A true miracle of the world, as well as a Divine Artifact for preaching!... No wonder His Majesty repeatedly instructed Chimere to bring one north..."

Scholar Mikki looked solemn as he surveyed the Ocean-Blocking Sea Ship. Observing the prostrate, trembling, kowtowing captives from the Western Sea, even the most stubborn ship officer Murakami and the most cunning translator Watanabe were overwhelmed, bowing and praying in terror. A faint curve rose at Mikki's lips, like the unfurled sail lightly fluttering in the sea breeze.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise His miracles!... Devoutly chant and bid farewell to the departing Divine!... Chief Divine protect us! Let us set sail!"

The "Eye of the Spirit" rises and falls, like clouds in the sky, yet leaves an impression in everyone's heart. As the Ocean-Blocking Sea Ship departs Whale Harbor and sails southward, the atmosphere aboard changes dramatically.

Everyone shows Mikki more enthusiasm and sincere reverence in their greetings. Especially the once-arrogant and obstinate Murakami Kitamichi, now constantly chanting the Chief Divine's name, as if suddenly enlightened overnight!

"Hmm, with more cultivation of faith... perhaps this Murakami and tribal chieftain can be sent back to the Western Sea to guide the Kingdom's path!..."

With the sails turned, even in half wind, they can travel 200 miles a day. The Ocean-Blocking Sea Ship heads south from Whale Harbor, reaching North Port at the mouth of the Columbia River within five days. Scholar Mikki met Priest Kejie here, exchanging sighs and reflections. After discussing the progress of northern exploration, Mikki asked about the details of North Port.

"Praise the Chief Divine! North Port has gathered the Krasop Tribe within a hundred miles, now counting over nine hundred people, able to muster over three hundred warriors and tribal warriors!"

"Very good! What is the attitude of the Rivermouth Alliance north of the Great River towards the Kingdom Port?"

"They have allied with us, designating the southern banks of the Great River as our tribal territory... hmm, they hope we can send warriors to resist the westward Kalapuya tribes together..."

"Oh? Kejie, did you send warriors to combat? How are the Kalapuya tribes?..."

"Uh... in early spring, I mobilized the camp, dispatched troops once... defeated a Kalapuya tribe 300 miles southeast, brought back a hundred captured able-bodied men, losing five Kingdom's Warriors..."

Priest Kejie pursed his lips, displaying an unnatural expression. He cautiously glanced at High Priest Miki, speaking in a low voice.

"Chief Divine bear witness! If there were a thousand Kingdom's Warriors, I could crush the Kalapuya tribes, occupy both banks of the Great River, and annex the Rivermouth Alliance..."

"But you only have one hundred and twenty from the Lake's main tribe, sixty Kingdom's Warriors!... And you lost five in just one deployment!..."

Scholar Mikki's expression turned somewhat severe. He gazed into Kejie's eyes, asking coldly.

"Chief Divine bear witness! How did you lose them? Kingdom's Warriors are equipped with Heavy Armor!"

"Uh... we were marching through the mountain forest, suddenly encountered, and fought a chaotic battle without time to don Heavy Armor... The Kalapuya tribe, though poorly equipped, had a fierce spirit... And the summoned Krasop warriors couldn't fight a hard battle, half of them fled, relying on Kingdom's Warriors to fight..."

"Ha! The Krasop Tribe, driven westward by the Kalapuya Tribe, long since lost their spirit. They guard camps, cultivate fields, and that's all fine, but for wild mountain forest battles, they need at least two years of training... Better to summon those extreme northern tribesmen from the North, each tall and strong, able to wear Double Armor..."

Scholar Mikki furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment, and instructed.

"Kejie, you must be steady, patient!... Subdue more of the small southern tribes, cultivate more potato fields... Do not rush eastward! With this disposition, even the fields around the Rivermouth have not yet been developed! The Kalapuya tribes occupying the upper reaches of the Great River number at least tens of thousands, you can't rush! Besides, their expansion creates chaotic battles, scattering many fleeing small tribes... this, in fact, aids the Kingdom's expansion!"

"Chief Divine protect! Remember, these tribes along the Great River, primarily engage in hunting and gathering, sowing occasional beans and grains, needing vast tribal hunting grounds... But we are different! We farm! We don't require so much territory..."

"Yes! Esteemed High Priest Mikki, I understand your instructions!"

"Hmm... Have the Rivermouth Alliance tribes converted to the Chief Divine?"

Upon hearing, young Priest Kejie again felt embarrassed. He bowed his head, speaking even lower.

"There are too few priests at the port, unable to spare personnel for preaching... The Rivermouth tribes dedicate the emblem of the Chief Divine, but they also worship many Ancestor Gods and Mountain Gods... They are probably considered nominal believers!"

"Chief Divine bear witness! Preaching, farming, integrating local tribes are the three most important tasks for Northern Land development! Mobilizing troops and fighting is never the goal, merely means to achieve these three tasks! You must distinguish priorities..."

After scolding for a few moments, Scholar Mikki sighed softly, extending a hand. He patted Priest Kejie's shoulder, comforting him.

"Kejie, we have the Chief Divine's protection, farm well, no need to rush... Time is on our side. The lower reaches of this Great River will eventually be under the Kingdom's control!"

"Yes! Yes! Chief Divine protect the Kingdom, the Chief Divine also protects us! Praise the Chief Divine!"

"Hmm... Praise the Chief Divine! Replenish my ship with some food and water, tomorrow I must continue south!"

"Yes! High Priest Mikki!"

Sunset and sunrise, tides ebb and flow. The Sea Ship heads south from North Port, traveling three hundred miles, sighting Divine Palm Peak. Heading another three hundred miles south brings one to the Sunrise Tribe of the Slao People. Mikki feared the Sun Shaman Chinook of the Sunrise Tribe, so he passed straight by the Sunrise Tribe's kelp fields without any stop. Further south by two hundred miles, entering the winding bay, is the Kingdom's South Port, a sight to behold.

"Oh! What a peaceful bay! What vast fields of corn! After a return journey of nearly ten thousand miles, finally, corn is within sight!"