The setting sun gradually sank west, casting clouds of red and orange. The towering Great Temple was drenched in blood-red light, reflected in the pale-red waters of Lake Texcoco, like the majestic, cold Snake Mountain of legend. The sacred sacrifices were still continuing, and the priests' chants rang through the heavens. The boiling shouts of hundreds of thousands were like the soul-shaking thunder in the Main God's hand. At this moment, rolling thunder echoed between the crimson sky, the dark-red temple, and the blood-colored level lake, as if the red Divine Kingdom had descended.
"Praise the Main God! Praise the divine king! Repay with piety, repay with sacrifice and blood!"
This was the cry of those who yearned for war, and it was also the will of the Mexica People. This terrifying tide of roars fell into the heart of every foreign envoy, and when witnessed with the blood of Tlaxcala's god-descended nobles, it gained a heavy weight.
"The sun of the Mexica People, unlike the mountains and forests of the south, is blood-red!"
The Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao kept his head lowered, moving carefully as he stepped through the blood on the ground. He wore exquisite gold ornaments, a gleaming silver crown on his head, a fine white robe with cloud patterns on his body, and leg rings inlaid with turquoise around his calves. Treasure-light shone all over him, and his movements were slow and elegant, displaying the honor of an ancient bloodline. In truth, among the tribes in the southern clouds, being able to take "Yun" as a surname and "sun" as a name was enough to reveal his noble status.
"Powerful, valiant, and revered King of the Mexica, bloodline of the great Tiger Claw King, glorious noble of Mountain River City, the Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao pays