At Yu Yuan's urging,
every department of the All-Nations Covenant Civilization sensed a crisis gathering.
They threw themselves into their work without waiting for orders.
Yu Yuan worked just as desperately.
The unease in his heart kept growing.
He could not shake the feeling that disaster was about to strike.
But no matter how he searched, he could not find its source. That only made him more uneasy.
Greenfield helped by making a prophecy, but everything appeared normal. She even asked in surprise whether Yu Yuan had been too tense lately.
Yu Yuan knew he was not imagining things.
Then one day, he traveled to the world of Moonshadow Breath, entered the Valley, and found the Feathered Dragon sleeping there.
"Oh! Why has your fate turned dark gray?"
The Feathered Dragon's words jolted Yu Yuan.
"Feathered Dragon, what do you mean?"
The Feathered Dragon flew several circles around Yu Yuan, sniffing constantly, with a puzzled look in his eyes.
"That's strange. You don't have any unusual scent, but your aura of fate is dark gray. That means you're very likely to face a major crisis soon. A dangerous one."
The words struck Yu Yuan like a hammer.
It was not his imagination.
His premonition had been real.
He looked at the Feathered Dragon.
"Can you find what's causing this crisis?"
"No. Has anything happened to you recently?" The Feathered Dragon's expression turned grave. Yu Yuan was the one to whom he had entrusted his fate, so he was anxious too.
"The good news is that your aura of fate is only dark gray. There's still a way out. If it turns completely black, then you're truly finished!"
Yu Yuan immediately began reviewing everything that had happened over the past two days.
His greatest current crisis was the Gold Tier Conquest