At that time, she severed the finest skull from both of them. Thus concludes the sixth chapter in the section recounting the history of the Kali age, within the account of the four yugas, as told in the Pratisarga Parva of the glorious Bhavishya Mahapurana. Sūta then continued: In those days, the noble sage Vaitāla Bhrigu, ever serene of mind, was present. There existed a renowned city named Campāpuri, ruled by King Campakeśa. To this king was born a daughter, Trilokasundarī, whose beauty was unmatched—her eyes as gentle as a deer's, her voice sweeter than a cuckoo's call, her form delicate, and her excellence supreme. Desiring a worthy husband for his daughter, King Campakeśa arranged a svayaṃvara, summoning many kings to attend. Among the distinguished guests were none other than Indra, Yama, Kubera, and Varuṇa—the foremost of the gods. Each god presented his case to the king. Indra spoke first: “Listen, O King, to my words. Know that I am Indra’s gift; give your daughter to me.” The second god declared, “Give your charming daughter to Dharmadatta.” The third said, “O King, give your daughter at once to Dhanapāla, the illustrious one, and be happy.” The fourth began, “O King, who is skilled in all arts—” and spoke of treasures: “For the sake of merit, one jewel; for the sake of sacrifice, a second treasure. The rest of the jewels I have always brought for the purpose of excellent food.” Hearing these words, King Campakeśa was bewildered, uncertain how to choose among such illustrious suitors. The goddess Trilokasundarī herself, upon hearing their proposals, became bashful and was overcome by fate’s delusion. At that moment, 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, let the girl be given in marriage to the virtuous Dharmadatta.” Thus, Trilokasundarī was wed to Dharmadatta. Meanwhile, in the land of Videha, O king, was the city called Mithilavati. There, the king named Gunadhipa possessed great wealth and abundant grain. For the sake of his livelihood, he took up residence in the region of Mithila. One day, seeking sport, he entered the forest to hunt, where he encountered an excellent tiger. Following the tiger’s path, the king ventured deeper into the woods, but soon his throat became parched with hunger, and he was afflicted by fatigue and distress. In his need, the Kshatriya king killed a fine deer. “I will quickly grant you what you desire,” he said to the king. Yet another voice accused him, “O king, you have consumed a thousand coins of mine. At the end of the month, give me a hundred coins, householder.” On a certain day, King Gunadhipa journeyed to the seashore, where he beheld the image of a goddess. He worshipped this Gandharva maiden of beautiful brows, his mind filled with joy. With joined palms he stood before her, and the goddess herself appeared. “Choose a boon,” she offered. The long-lived king spoke his wish. Hearing his words, the goddess laughed and replied to his request. Saying, “So be it,” the king entered the water, floated away, and returned to Mithila. When this was heard, the lord of virtues, accompanied by his servant, responded. A plea was made: “Accept me, O lord of virtues, in a Gandharva marriage. O Punyade, accept me today; then I will unite with you.” The reply came: “Listen, O you, and my servant, for a long time, O Suram.