As Liu Yan's surrounding went dark, only then did he register what came at him. His cause of death, truck-kun. He complained and screamed in the darkness, "Damn it!, Why has fate done this to me!", pulling his hair. "I was a hard working and was decent-looking, yet i get surpassed by those "talented" people. I even had my girlfriend stolen!", he continued to complain.
Moments later, Liu Yan suddenly felt the urge to cry. But he actually started crying, it was not a grown man's silent sob, but of a newborn baby. His surroundings suddenly grew brighter and brighter.... until he found himself looking at the ceiling. A man who looked around the age of 42, Hao Ran, looked at his newborn son with tears of joy.
"Oh, my sweet child, you're finally born. You look so cute, you must have taken it from your mother." Wei Jun said while brimming with joy and cradling Liu Yan. "Don't hog our son for yourself, Wei Jun. Let me see him" a sudden higher pitch, but softer and weaker voice sounded from behind Liu Yan.
He handed Liu Yan to his wife, Mei Ling, who weakly cradled him in her arms, smiling "My sweet boy, you're finally born... thankfully i succeeded this time" she said with joy but suddenly looked sorrowful. "Don't think about what happened in the past, Ling Ling. You just gave birth, get some rest. I'll take our son to the cradle." Wei Jun spoke comfortingly to Mei Ling as he took their son carefully. "Lets call him... Liu Yan, meaning refined. How about it?" said Wei Jun. "It's... perfect" said Mei Ling as she smiles before taking a nap.
Liu Yan watching this scene unfold was shocked. "Where the hell am I??!?!?", he looked around frantically but unable to due to being a baby. He discerned he was in a decently sized wooden house... Everything looked so old and traditional, unlike the big cities he was used to. "What has fate gotten me into!!!?!"
A few months had passed by, Liu Yan was bored. At first he was shocked but now he could only sleep and eat calmly, after all, he was a full grown man that had full self-awareness... in a baby's body that can't even support itself on two legs. His parents were shocked but also happy, they had heard from older villagers about how troublesome it is to take care of a newborn baby, and would need a lot of sleepless nights. They didn't encounter that with Liu Yan. On random days, he would see a 60 year old man speak with his parents and give some toys to him. He always heard his parents call him "Old Jack". It was familiar... too familiar.
Finally, when he was 2 and a half years old, he with the accompany of one of his parents, could walk around the village. "The surroundings... wasn't this Soul Saint Village from Soul Land??? That's why the alias Old Jack was so familiar. I transmigrated to Soul Land! Yes, I can fulfill one of my originally unreachable dreams. To fix the mistakes of this world made by not just Tang San, but also every empire and spirit hall" Liu Yan's eyes were filled with determination.
Wei Jun, watching his son trying to make a serious face and couldn't help but laugh lightly at the funny face made by his son. "Alright son, lets get back inside. Mom made your favourite mushroom soup" Wei Jun said to his son. Hearing this, Liu Yan immediately looked excited and tried to run back to his house, but lost his footing and fell to the ground. "Oof, its okay, son" Wei Jun said while picking up Liu Yan and bringing him back to their house.
While drinking the soup, Liu Yan suddenly remembered about martial souls and soul power. He wondered what martial soul he would get and also what his innate soul power would be. "Ooooh, I hope I get something good like maybe the Hao Tian Hammer or maybe even the Blue Silver Emperor" Liu Yan thought while laughing inside his heart. "Now, I just have to wait for a system... like every other transmigrator in Soul Land. Hopefully I get the awesome rewards like the one from "Douluo Dalu: The World Suppresing Douluo"... or maybe even from "I've already become a Titled Douluo and now the System shows up?". I'll just have to wait and see." Liu Yan laughed triumphantly to himself.
But as fate has shown before, not everything goes as planned