The Supreme Glacier Volcano Death God's Ancient Temple

The spring wind of April came from the Caribbean Sea in the east, carrying a moist and warm breath. The season for spring plowing was already drawing near, and throughout the Valley of Mexica, black smoke from slash-and-burn clearing rose everywhere. At this moment, if one climbed high and looked into the distance, everything would fall into view. Even outside Shuigu City on the eastern side of the mountains, one could see from afar the wealth and prosperity on the western side of the range.

Yet the eastern side of the mountains was filled with desolation, ruin laced with deathly stillness and despair. From Shensuo Pass at the northernmost end of the Tlaxcalan alliance to the Mountain Pass Fortress Group at the southernmost end, across more than three hundred li, burning towns, barren fields, fallen corpses, and tribes that had abandoned everything to flee into the mountains were everywhere.

The long wind surged vast and mighty, stirring robes with a hunting snap. The distant mountains shone upon boundless snowy peaks. At this moment, Xolotl stood on the edge of Popocatepetl volcano, looking up at the five-thousand-four-hundred-meter peak, and could not help feeling admiration rise in his heart.

"The height of Smoke Peak is like a heavenly pillar connecting to the Divine Kingdom, thrusting straight above the clouds! And in the entire Mexica Alliance, only here can one see glaciers!"

Yes, Popocatepetl volcano was also called Smoke Peak. It was the second-highest peak in later Mexico, and the fifth-highest peak in North America, a full 5,426 meters tall! Its altitude was so great that it not only allowed people to see ice and snow in the tropics, but also to see magnificent volcanic glaciers at its summit!

Xolotl gazed upward for a long while, looking at the towering peak that blotted