"When I thought about it, I clearly deceived myself in vain. In the end, I never let anyone go." Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, rebelled when he met an old immortal who helped him kill the white snake. The old immortal also left behind twelve chess pieces and twelve prophecies. By the end of the Western Han Dynasty, will this prophecy be fulfilled? The world is desolate, in the ups and downs of wind and rain, life is like a white horse passing by, and fate is like a chess game. In the end, is fate difficult to violate, or is man determined to defeat nature? Can the twelve chess pieces escape the prophecy? In the bloody storm, the heart is like a maze, and the only way to overcome it is by oneself, and there is nothing others can do to help.