For those who followed the Kaula tradition, the animals not consecrated by its rites were still considered acceptable for consumption by the deity. Yet, those who were born wielding pestles were seen as corrupters of dharma itself. After proclaiming this, the divine being departed, and the king made his way home. Among the Śūdras, the wise one established their own natural language, and he also set forth a code of conduct for them, one that was as noble as those upheld by the gods. Thus, the noble classes remained in their places, while at the end of the Vindhya mountains, mixed castes came to dwell. In the lands of the Barbarians, in Tuṣa, and on many distant islands, similar patterns prevailed. Those born in these regions were short-lived and dull-witted, their lives ending after three hundred years. During their era, the land became home to many kings, and in their lineage, three rulers died after only two hundred years. In the land of Kalpa, however, a king established righteous rule according to his own dharma. This king, descended from the Tomara lineage, ruled over Indraprastha. Under his reign, the Agni dynasty flourished and grew even more powerful, its influence stretching north to the border of China and south to Setubandha. The kings and their people performed Agnihotra sacrifices, ever seeking the welfare of cows and Brahmins. Throughout the land, a time akin to the Dvapara age seemed to revolve unceasingly. In every village, the deity was present, and in every region, the sacred sacrifices were maintained. Witnessing this, the dreadful Kali, fearful and accompanied by foreigners, appeared. For twelve years, Kali devoted himself to meditation and yoga. There, together with Radha, he offered mental praise to Hari, praying with humility: “Protect me, O ocean of mercy, for I have sought refuge at your feet. You are the remover of all sins, O Hari, creator of all times. In Dvapara you had a fair form, but by my destiny you have become dark. O Lord, in my four houses dwell gambling, liquor, and gold. Janardana, I have abandoned body, family, and kingdom.” Hearing these words, the blessed Krishna smiled and replied, “A portion of myself will descend to earth and destroy the mighty ones.” Having spoken thus, the Lord vanished on the spot. Meanwhile, O sage, another tale unfolded. A king undertook the excellent vow of the Nine Durgas for nine years. Then he prayed, “O Mother, if you will grant me a boon, O Sovereign Lady—” The goddess replied, “So be it,” and disappeared at once. The king, having married her in accordance with righteousness, brought her to his house. This king, named Āvārya, possessed the strength of a hundred elephants. In his time, there was a renowned Mleccha named Śatayatta, a heroic lord of the Vanaras. His leaps could reach as high as a palm tree. Between these two mighty kings, a hair-raising battle took place. Yet, in the end, they forged a friendship, sealed by the gift of a palm tree. Desiring a son, the king performed a Śaiva sacrifice with all the proper rites. By the grace of Śiva’s share, a daughter was born to him.