"Ancestors in the divine realm! The prophecy proclaimed by the Gem Tribe has actually, three years later, emerged as real as a kapok tree... Truly inconceivable, truly beyond belief!..."
"Ever since the Golden Age, the ancient gods long ago climbed the Kapok Divine Tree and went to the distant divine realm, no longer communicating easily with the mortal world... Though Yan Island is also of the divine bird's God-descendants, and for generations has occupied a branch's place in Tulum's Great Temple (Tulu'um), never has any ancestor truly heard such a precise prophecy from the gods!..."
"Ah! The ancient gods have long since departed, so why can the Highland Sun God of War still reveal miracles at this time, prophesying so early the arrival of the White-Skinned Demons?... Ships never seen before, white men never seen before... In the pictures left behind by the ancestors, there has never been such an inconceivably accurate prophecy!... This... this is a great change never before seen even on the thousand-year inheritance tablets! Could it be... this is the end of the era..."
The warm wind of the Caribbean Sea blew his tangled thoughts into disorder, like a scattered ball of thread that could not be sorted out no matter what. The Yan Island God-descendant Yan Hu raised his head to look at the sun, praying for the gods' enlightenment, yet all he could see was a dazzling, scorching gold that brought unbearable tears to his eyes.
The Maya Tribes, like the Highland Tribes, devoutly believed in gods and prophecies. Those ancient myths and legends were precisely the source of legitimacy by which the God-descendants had ruled the tribes, unchanged for a thousand years. And the young Maya noble Yan Hu had not yet had enough time and accumulation to become an old fox who