Actually, he had been extremely worried during this time about the Primordial Chaos, the supreme universe of the myriad heavens and realms.
He knew that if this so-called Empire kept at it, sooner or later it would come into contact with the Supreme Primordial Chaos—and get the shit kicked out of it.
OAA, God, the omniscient and omnipotent one—whatever. They seemed powerful, but he knew that before the Supreme Primordial Chaos, they were nothing but mud chickens and straw dogs, not worth mentioning.
OAA was, at most, on the level of a quasi-sage in the supreme Primordial Chaos he envisioned. Maybe even lower—perhaps merely an immortal, still a long way from those exalted beings!
Although the Empire's archives clearly stated that, aside from the limited, artificial worlds that people had created, which did have different levels, there was no hierarchy among the truly vast, infinite universes.
There was no distinction in status between a universe with no supernatural elements and one that did have them. The only difference was how far the civilizations within them had developed.
In a true, macroscopic universe, as long as it wasn't one with self-awareness, the civilizations within it faced no limits to their development. It was perfectly normal for a civilization with an extremely advanced technological level, born in a magicless universe, to destroy a civilization that was weaker overall and came from a supernatural universe.
Neither was inherently superior. They had simply developed to different degrees.
But there was a catch.
As a transmigrator, he knew that all this information was bullshit. What did they mean, all worlds were equal? Nonsense! Worlds had different levels. These universes should be divided into minor worlds, middle worlds, and major worlds.
And the Supreme Primordial Chaos was the strongest world of all.
"No hierarchy among universes"?