Genius Noble With System
Chapter 369: Black Moon Pavilion

Chapter 369: Black Moon Pavilion

His guardian narrowed his eyes. "This place... it’s the Black Moon Pavilion."

Apollo’s brows lifted slightly in interest. "Yes, Black Moon Pavilion."

Apollo’s gaze lingered on the pavilion’s quiet entrance, where the flow of people seemed unusually steady. Cultivators of all levels came and went—warriors, merchants, even nobles from the Sacred Elements Empire.

"What’s more," he added, "it’s said that no one dares to provoke them. They’ve offended many powers, but none have ever dared strike their branches." He learnt about Black Moon Pavilion from Leon, as even their kingdom also has many branches.

He smiled with genuine curiosity. "Let’s take a look inside."

Without hesitation, they stepped into the Black Moon Pavilion.

Inside, the air was calm and fragrant, carrying faint traces of medicinal herbs and exotic teas. The space was divided into quiet booths and private rooms. Despite the large number of customers, it was eerily silent—every patron seemed to understand the unwritten rule: speak softly, observe quietly.

A young woman in simple yet refined robes approached and bowed respectfully. "Honoured guests, welcome to the Black Moon Pavilion. Do you wish to dine, trade, or perhaps... enquire about information?"

Apollo glanced at his guardian, then turned to the woman. "A bit of everything."

The woman’s smile didn’t falter. "Then, please—this way."

As they followed, he carefully looked around and found this place was not simple. Just from the numerous runic formations and people hidden within this place, he can be sure Black Moon Pavilion wasn’t easy.

Just in this branch, he noticed powerful auras; with his strong spiritual power, he found three void god auras hidden, and one among them even seemed to have reached the peak of the void god realm, similar to the ten ancestors of the ten hegemonic forces of the eastern continent.

Although this should be the strongest branch in the West, it still wasn’t something that most forces on Rion should be able to do. If the other three continents are like this, that means there are at least twelve Void Gods stationed outside, and who knows how many more are hidden by them.

Even the combined might of some of the largest empires wouldn’t casually plant so many peak Void God powerhouses across distant continents in scattered intelligence hubs.

Apollo’s expression remained calm, his steps unhurried, but his interest in this force deepened.

Soon, they were led to a quiet private room with delicate spiritual arrays etched into the walls, designed to block sound and sensing.

The attendant bowed gracefully. "Honoured guests, you may request delicacies, trade rare items, or enquire about information. Our rates vary depending on the depth of your request."

Apollo sat down slowly, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table.

"I’m interested in information," he said, his tone light but carrying an undeniable weight. "Specifically... I want to know about the ancient races that have resurfaced. And any records related to hidden realms origin and strength."

The attendant’s polite smile didn’t falter. "A weighty request. Please allow me a moment to fetch the appropriate contact."

She departed swiftly.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes gleaming. ’Let’s see how much you really know, Black Moon Pavilion.’

He wanted to know how much they could tell him about the secret realms, even the reason why they appeared on Rion. He was expecting some answers, as this Black Moon Pavilion definitely has some relation; otherwise, its sudden appearance would be too much of a coincidence.

A few minutes later, the attendant returned, her steps light but purposeful. She bowed and gestured toward a figure who quietly followed behind her—a man clad in simple black robes with a silver moon insignia pinned to his chest.

His aura was perfectly restrained, almost as if he didn’t exist within the flow of the room, but in front of Apollo’s terrifying senses, it was nothing, as he immediately picked up the fluctuations.

’Peak Void God...’

The man offered a shallow nod, his expression calm but respectful. "I am Serith, an information broker of the Black Moon Pavilion’s Western Capital branch. I was told you seek knowledge concerning the ancient races and the hidden realms."

Apollo’s fingers tapped the table softly, the only sound in the quiet room. "Not just casual rumours. I want detailed intelligence—origins, power structures, potential connections to the recent world changes."

Serith’s eyes flickered faintly. "Such knowledge is... extremely valuable. It is not something we offer freely, regardless of the wealth one carries."

Apollo’s gaze sharpened. "And what do you want in exchange?"

Serith smiled faintly, but his tone was serious. The moment they arrived, he noticed the two of them, but even with his peak void god strength, he could not see through the two of them, as they were both like black holes; the more he tried to understand their strength, the more he lost within the mysterious aura around them.

So, he immediately knew they both were extraordinary, and hence, he came himself. But when they knew what they wanted to know, an idea came to his mind as to what they wanted to know was the most important secret of Rion.

Since they didn’t seem to know much about what the secret realm means, they weren’t from the Hidden Forces that awakened in the last decade; he wanted to use their strength.

He said with a serious expression. "We have a particular task that our pavilion is unable to handle directly. If you complete it, we will offer you what you desire."

Apollo didn’t answer immediately. His calm gaze held Serith’s for a long moment before he finally spoke. "Tell me."

He can clearly see through this guy’s heart, but he needed their information, so he still maintained the calm.

Serith’s fingers lightly drummed the armrest of his chair, his calm eyes meeting Apollo’s with sharp intelligence. He slowly leaned forward, his voice steady but heavy with hidden weight.

"There is a place... deep within the Ancient Bone Swamp, at the westernmost edge of this continent."

His gaze flickered slightly as he continued, carefully measuring each word.

"It’s not just any swamp. It’s a region where space folds unnaturally, where the barriers between realms twist and coil like serpents. It’s a dead zone for most."