Gambling on Raw Stones

In the depths of the universe, billions of light-years away, amid the clouds.

There stood a city whose walls on all four sides were built entirely from white marble.

The city covered an enormous area and housed over a hundred million people. It was exceedingly prosperous.

At the center of the city stood a hundred-zhang-tall building known as the Star Picking Pavilion.

At this moment, Yu Wenfeng, seated cross-legged on the top floor, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression turning extremely grim.

He had just sensed that a life soul plaque had shattered. When he took it out to inspect it, he discovered that the Star Herding Dog of No. 9527 had died.

As the lord of this universe, every star system and planet within it was his private property.

He had stationed a guard on every planet. Yu Wenfeng was fond of dogs by nature, so he had raised a vast pack of them and used those dogs in place of guards for the planets.

He believed dogs were the most loyal creatures. They had no selfish motives and would never betray him!

They would certainly work diligently, bow themselves to the utmost, and serve until death.

As for people, other than himself, he trusted no one—not even women who had shared his pillow and caressed his ears for hundreds of thousands of years.

Thus, he was somewhat lonely.

And now, his No. 9527 dog had died. This enraged him.

Who had actually slaughtered his beloved dog? Could one of his enemies have infiltrated this universe? Had they even entered Planet No. 927?

Yu Wenfeng narrowed his eyes. Two bolts of blood-red lightning condensed within them, then shot toward No. 9527 billions of light-years away.

The clouds churned like cotton wadding as Hua Qiang took out a metal rack,