The Captured Vivian [High Priestess] Vivian.
The Patriarch of the Phantom Mist Vampire clan, the Bathory Family.
At the same time, she was also the only True Ancestor among the entire vampire race.
If she were a character in a gacha game, she would definitely be in the most precious, rarest tier.
And yet, someone like that—
Was now bound to a hexagonal altar by four thick iron chains.
Two of those thick iron chains were wrapped around her feet.
The other two were hooked into her collarbones.
That was right.
They were hooked in with iron hooks.
But what surprised Lan Qingyou most was that there was not the slightest trace of Magic Power on her.
That was because it had been absorbed by the iron hooks.
That was what surprised her.
After all, materials capable of absorbing Magic Power like this were indeed very rare.
Or rather, interesting.
And around this hexagonal Altar stood a total of thirty Long-lived Species.
They were the same as Vivian.
All of them were chained up too.
It was just that these people were not as miserable as Vivian.
Lan Qingyou paid a little attention.
She discovered that these thirty Long-lived Species just so happened to belong to six different races.
Black Witches, Demon Humans, Wood Elves, vampires, Merfolk, and the white-feathered Birdmen who had once called themselves the Angel Race.
Five people from each race.
They were positioned at the six corners of the hexagonal Altar.
Extremely neat.
So neat that even someone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies would not be able to pick out a flaw.
It was precisely because of this that Lan Qingyou immediately realized where the problem lay.
Six different Long-lived Species.
A vampire True Ancestor in the middle.
Together with the Magic Array from earlier and the Magic