O Divine Lady, you are ever-present, pervading all that exists. With Mahalakshmi, you delight in pure happiness, and together you protect the universe. When joined with Mahakali, you shine forth in splendor, reducing all to ashes. By your playful power, O Mother of the Universe, all beings are born, and to you I bow in reverence. It was foretold that your son would be endowed with immense strength and valor. Hearing this prophecy, the king returned to his home, his heart free from fear. From that moment, O King of Kings, the goddess herself took birth in a manifest form. Accompanied by Kashidasa, the king journeyed to the village of Dharmapura. There, he saw the goddess, weary and afflicted, walking along the royal road with her father. Overcome by desire, he approached Chandika, the eternal Mother of the Universe, declaring, “There is a worthy girl for me, the auspicious daughter of the washerman.” Deluding her father, the king performed the marriage ceremony with her, and together they enjoyed various pleasures, bringing happiness. Upon hearing of these events, Kashidasa, moved by affection, hastened to the goddess. In devotion, he offered his head to her and was transformed, attaining the form of a goddess himself. The goddess then spoke, “Today, choose a boon—whatever desire you wish for.” The woman, filled with longing, pleaded, “Give me to my husband.” She bowed to the Mother, asking, “Grant me a beautiful and pleasing companion, just as you have previously given the boon of a lovely wife according to my desire.” Curious, someone asked, “Tell me, what did that goddess do for their sake?” At that time, the goddess severed the finest skull from both of them. Thus concludes the sixth chapter in the section of the history of the Kali age, within the account of the four yugas, in the Pratisarga Parva of the glorious Bhavishya Mahapurana. Sūta continued: At that time, the noble sage Vaitāla Bhrigu, serene in mind, was present. There was a renowned city called Campāpuri, ruled by King Campakeśa. To him was born a daughter named Trilokasundarī, whose eyes were gentle like a deer’s, whose voice was sweet as a cuckoo’s song, whose form was delicate and supremely excellent. A svayaṃvara was arranged for her, and many kings gathered to seek her hand. Among them were Indra, Yama, Kubera, and Varuṇa—the foremost of the gods. Each addressed King Campakeśa in turn. Indra said, “Listen, O King, to my words. Know that I am Indra’s gift; give your daughter to me.” The second said, “Give your charming daughter to Dharmadatta.” The third declared, “O King, give your daughter at once to Dhanapāla, the illustrious one, and be happy.” The fourth added, “O King, who is skilled in all arts—” For the sake of merit, one jewel; for the sake of sacrifice, a second treasure; and the rest of the jewels I have always brought for excellent food. Hearing all these requests, the king was bewildered. The goddess, hearing these words, became bashful and was deluded by fate. Then, the Vetala laughed and addressed the king, saying, “That maiden, beautiful in form, is suitable for Dharmadatta. He is skilled in all the scriptures and is recognized as a Brahmin by caste. He knows the arts, yet he is a Shudra; he is versed in archery and is a king. Therefore, the girl was given in marriage to the virtuous Dharmadatta.