Mahāmada, feeling deeply satisfied, made his way to the temple of Shiva. There, the blessed Lord, pleased with his devotion, spoke kindly to his servant: “Come with me to Mayūranagara.” Hearing these words, the Piśāca accompanied him, bringing along five thousand dancers. Meanwhile, Indula and Tāhlāda, awakened by the powerful illusion of Vishnu, journeyed to Mayūranagara and approached Makaraṃda. At the same time, Śobhanā, the renowned courtesan, arrived with Sahura and his forces. Suddenly, from all directions, a fierce wind rose, accompanied by thick clouds; a terrifying illusion spread, casting darkness everywhere. But with the mighty weapon of Śani, the illusion was reduced to ashes. Then Śobhanā, the woman, conjured another illusion—this time of desire. All the Kṣatriyas who witnessed the enchanting dance became bewildered and lost consciousness. In response, Svarṇavatī, the goddess Kāmākṣī, absorbed in deep meditation, came to Mayūradhvaja and bound the warriors with chains. Mahāmada, perceiving these events, turned his mind to meditation upon Rudra. Amid the chaos, tigers, lions, boars, and monkeys began biting the men. Again, Svarṇavatī, goddess Kāmākṣī, deeply absorbed in meditation, produced Garudas and mighty Śarabhas. As cries of terror echoed and the army was routed in all directions, Sahura and the dancers were crushed, overwhelmed by delight. Thus, O best of sages, the battle raged for four months. This tale has been told to you, O brahmin—what else do you wish to hear? The sage then asked: “In what place and how did these events unfold? Please tell me everything out of kindness.” When spring arrived, the celestial beings gathered and played joyfully. Manjughosha, the queen of song, assembled at the abode of Shuka. She performed songs, dances, and melodies, becoming overwhelmed by desire. Then the blessed Shuka composed a beautiful hymn of praise. Hearing those auspicious words, Manjughosha spoke gently. Acting upon his words, together they united, and from their union a son named Muni was born. At that time, Muni was given the daughter of Svarṇadeva as his wife. With her, his heart was content, and from their union an excellent son was born. That goddess, endowed with beauty and youth, practiced austerities. Then the blessed Shankara, benefactor of the world, was pleased. The sage addressed Shankara: “O god of gods, I bow to you.” Hearing this, Shiva replied: “At the end of thirty years on earth, that will come to an end.” The sage, who dwelt on Himatunga, received this message. Thus, O brahmin, this tale has been told to you; now listen again to an auspicious story. The city of Netrapāla was adorned with various metals, shining in splendor. Its king, Bauddhasiṃha, possessed seven hundred thousand warriors and was renowned for his great strength. The battle between armies lasted seven days and nights, terrifying in nature. Bauddhasiṃha struck down the enemy army, defending his realm fiercely. All the Buddhists were masters of illusion, honored and worshipped by the people. By the command of Netrapāla, all the Kṛṣṇāṃśas and others assembled. Indula, fierce and mounted on a horse, and Maṇḍalīka, riding an elephant, were present. Tālana also arrived, seated upon a lioness, ready for battle.