In early July, the Sun God sits high on the throne of the gods in the sky, illuminating the 2,000-meter-high Mexican Plateau. Amidst the midsummer fields of the plateau, corn stalks stand as tall as a person, entwined with bean stalks as thick as a pinky, while pumpkin vines stretch out like carpets.
In the 500-mile radius of the Mexican Valley, the busy spring cultivation has long been completed, and the fields are lush and vibrant. And the blood-stained royal banner of the Sun God sweeps through the Three States in the south of the alliance for a full two months, sacrificing dozens of noble sacrifices... Only then did the royal banner embark on a return journey to the capital city, under the deep fear and humble kneeling of the nobility of the Three States.
