The ancient burial grounds of Ant Hill City slept quietly underground, where reliefs of owls and skulls together guarded the ancestors of the ancient Zapotec. Untold quantities of grave goods, gold, and silver slumbered more than ten meters below the earth, just like the tombs beneath Holy Mountain Alban.
Across all Mesoamerica, aside from what was cast into divine statues, most gold and silver was buried in this fashion—deep within Pyramids, or in tombs near them. From the earth it came, and to the earth it returned.
Of course, with Divine King Avet's pride, he disdained digging up the mausoleums of ancient Zapotec God-descendants—unless some "divine artifact" of extraordinary significance was buried within. He stayed in Zaachila Ant Hill City for only seven or eight days, climbed the Zapotec single-pyramid Temple that was not particularly tall, and once the legions had finished resting and the grand conversion sacrifice was complete, he once again waved his Divine Staff and pointed south.
"Main God bless us! Leave one thousand men to garrison! Continue south, to Sun Flower City fifty li away!"
The Royal Banner moved, and the army went south once more. The "Great Water River" that crossed Oaxaca ran parallel to the army, flowing from north to south, carrying springwater from the mountains and irrigating the green fields of the plateau. The Zapotec villages along both banks were rather prosperous; even ordinary small villages grew plenty of oil-pressing peanuts. Facing the Mexica People's legions, the Zapotec villages did not dare resist. The tribal chiefs and Village Chiefs all bowed their heads and murmured obedience. As long as a squad of warriors was sent out, they could easily requisition large amounts of grain.
In this densely populated core region of the Zapotec tribes, they had not encountered the fierce resistance they had