After performing songs, dances, and a variety of melodious arts, she found herself overcome by desire. At that moment, the blessed Shuka composed a beautiful hymn of praise, his words filled with auspiciousness. Hearing this sacred hymn, she spoke to him with gentle, gracious speech. Inspired by those words and acting in accordance with their spirit, Shuka joined with her, and from their union a son named Muni was born. In due time, Muni was given as his wife the daughter of Svarṇadeva. With her, his heart was content, and together they enjoyed their life. From their union, an excellent son was born. The goddess, radiant with beauty and youth, devoted herself to austerities. Pleased by her devotion, the blessed Shankara, benefactor of the world, appeared before them. The sage addressed Shankara with deep reverence, saying, “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.” Having heard these words, the sage who dwelt upon Himatunga reflected upon their meaning. Thus, O brahmin, this tale has been told to you; now listen to another auspicious story. The city of Netrapāla was adorned with various metals, shining in splendor. Its king, Bauddhasiṃha, was a man of great strength, commanding an army of seven hundred thousand. A terrifying battle raged between opposing armies for seven days and nights. Bauddhasiṃha struck down the enemy forces, defending his realm with valor. The Buddhists, masters of illusion and honored by the people, held sway in the land. By the command of Netrapāla, all the Kṛṣṇāṃśas and others gathered together. Among them were Indula, fierce upon his horse, and Maṇḍalīka, mounted on a mighty elephant. Tālana too arrived, seated majestically upon a lioness. Lallasiṃha, powerful and descended from the Kuntibhoja line, joined the assembly. Then Nettrasiṃha appeared, surrounded by his seven hundred thousand warriors. Struck by fear, the Buddhists fled in all directions, abandoning the land. They journeyed on and eventually arrived at Hūhānada. There, one hundred thousand from the land of Śyāma gathered, along with one hundred thousand reciters. Kṛṣṇāṃśa, with his hundred thousand soldiers, and Deva, accompanied by another hundred thousand, were present. Maṇḍalīka and Indula led an army of one hundred thousand, and Jananāyaka stood with his own force of equal strength. In that place, a dreadful battle erupted between the Buddhists and the Āryakas. In the fierce fighting, seven hundred thousand Buddhists were slain, along with two hundred thousand from the land of the Āryas. By the power of mechanical devices, a wooden army was created: one hundred thousand horse-mounted wooden figures, eager for battle, a thousand mounted on lions, a thousand riding swans, and seven thousand camels, all valiant and ready for war. Yet, two hundred thousand, protected by the Kṛṣṇa faction, met their destruction. Witnessing this wondrous and astonishing spectacle, Jayanta, skilled in the art of war, looked on. All of them—wooden and living warriors alike—were reduced to ashes and perished there. The victors raised a triumphant shout, praising their success again and again. Afterward, the Buddhists from China assembled a force of twenty thousand men. Among them was Yogasiṃha, strong and valiant, mounted on an elephant and armed with bow and arrows. With his arrows, Yogasiṃha slew five thousand of the enemy. In response, his foes constructed a lion made of iron and sent it against Yogasiṃha.