This Isn't Roland Wimbledon, Why Should the MC Get a Name Before he Reincarnates?

A man sat on the peak of Mount Fuji. He just finished his undergraduate studies, his uncle had a job lined up for him, and he was finally ready to start his life. After he returned home from this trip. The trip where he did nothing but wallow in self pity about how he never had fun in his life and had never felt a reason for his existence.

Some sports in high school, acquaintances and a few friends, a short list of girlfriends that he never got too serious with. His whole life was flashing before his eyes in self introspection.

Then his life flashed before his eyes again as a tear in space appeared on him, devouring his left arm along with the shoulder attached to it as well as a large chunk of his left thigh.

At least he never felt pain, because he was in complete shock.

A Chinese man jumped out of the tear in space, rambled for a few minutes as the recent graduate lay there dying before throwing an arrow was thrown at his chest.

If the now dead man had known Chinese, he would have heard the quickest history report of plus or minus a billion year long span of time in the universe. Sadly, he was in foreign territory and Google Translate had solved all his vacation needs in the past.

What he did hear, however, was the fading, shrill call of death that failed to chase him as his soul was caught by the arrow like a certain children's game pinned tails on donkeys.

If the arrow was thrown as intended, the man's soul would have been carried back to the primordial era, to report information he had no knowledge of.

The arrow wasn't thrown as intended though. The target was dying as he was hit. This resulted in a time travel that was abruptly stopped as one of the Seven Heavenly Treasures, the Mirror of Samsara shined brightly.

The voyage through time was originally intended to cover billions of years, but the abrupt stop in the trip confused the sentient arrow and it shot off in a crazed path that was now in the process of re-orientating it's destination to Blue Pole Star, a lower star realm that everyone thinks has nothing special about it. The frazzled arrow intended to eject the soul of the person that used Mirror of Samsara before the user was even born.

Yes, unborn baby. Even though the Mirror of Samsara was activated when said baby was 15 years old, the arrow wasn't able to take over the body of a grown human on its own, so it overshot it's mark to when the user of the Mirror of Samsara was in the womb. Time travel and primordial artifacts defy fate like that, they make their own rules, so there's no need to question the process. Just accept the results.

The soul pinned by the arrow had no bodily limitations, so he was able to briefly perceive various planets that were barren, covered in beautiful life, and/or filled with terrifying creatures. On one planet, he witnessed a woman floating on air! The sights astounded the man and he was filled with anticipation of what could happen. He had no foolish dreams of getting a body again just because some jackass used this amazing artifact after he killed him. He wasn't a main character or anything.

As he thought about it, he started to fear what would happen next. Was his soul being transported so it could be used for magical and evil purposes? He was ordinary, but who knows what evil, scary men that indiscriminately create portals on the tops of mountains where people like to enjoy nature think about helpless mortals?

His thoughts ran at maximum speed when he passed a planet sized creature drifting through the cosmos. His ectoplasmic jaw dropped low enough to touch the rocket propelled arrow. There wasn't any more frightening thoughts about his soul being used in the man's mind anymore. There wasn't any thoughts at all. That creature was beyond description.

His mind blank, he made his final orbit as the arrow was now on a direct course towards a fetus that would later be named Yun Che.

The arrow was stopped short of its intended destination. The womb of an expecting and loving mother house an innocent soul that was quickly pushed and expunged from its natural habitat that quickly became the domicile of the innocent, twenty something man.

The spirit of the temple completely botched his one job because he procrastinated on giving someone a simple task that anyone other than Xiao Mo would have accomplished.

At least a twenty something male from Earth got a heaven defying opportunity and Xiao Mo felt like he fulfilled his Karmic duty after his vacation. He was a little down that he didn't get to visit the Eternal Heaven Realm, but at least he met a fellow cultivator that wasn't fixated on killing like the rest of those crazies that wiped out sects after a grievance.