Once, as he walked along the road, the middle son of Jīgarti repeatedly heard the sorrowful cries of a piśāca—a restless, tormented spirit. At that moment, the burden of grave sins weighed heavily: the sin of selling a son, the sin of killing a Brahmin, and the sin of Jīgarti the father himself. These dreadful acts had led to immense suffering. Śunaḥśepa, the son, approached and gently asked, “Who are you, so greatly afflicted?” In his misery, Jīgarti replied, “I am Śunaḥśepa’s father.” He confessed that, having performed a most sinful act, he had attained a terrible birth; after being cooked in hell, he had come to this intermediate state. Such is the fate of those who commit evil deeds. Hearing this, Jīgarti’s son, deeply distressed, said, “O father, it is by my own fault that, having sold me, you have reached hell. Therefore, I will now make you attain heaven.” With this resolve, Śunaḥśepa, son of Gādhi and a foremost sage, set out with the intention of securing the highest worlds for his father. He meditated on the sacred Ganges, knowing that for embodied beings scorched by the fire of endless suffering and lost in the ocean of delusion, there is no other support in the three worlds but the feet of Viṣṇu. Having made this decision, the great-souled sage, determined to rescue his father from misfortune, quickly went to the Gautamī, the Godāvarī River. There, he bathed and remembered Śambhu and Viṣṇu. He offered water to his father, who was now a preta—a restless spirit, a piśāca—deeply distressed. By this very act, Jīgarti was instantly purified and attained a most auspicious form. Endowed with a celestial vehicle and attended by hosts of gods, Jīgarti ascended to the abode of Viṣṇu, shining with the brilliance of ten thousand suns. This was accomplished by the power of his son, the sanctity of the Ganges, and the grace of Hari, Śambhu, and the Creator. From that time, this act became renowned: it destroys piśācas, cures great diseases, and removes even the gravest sins by mere remembrance. The greatness of this tīrtha was thus revealed, where three hundred sacred places bestow enjoyment and liberation. What more can be said? This site grants all accomplishments; the three hundred tīrthas cherished by sages bestow desired results even by mere remembrance. Known as Nimnabheda, this holy site, famed throughout the three worlds, lies on the northern bank of the Ganges. By merely remembering it, all sins are destroyed, and seeing Vedadvīpa there, one becomes learned in the Vedas. In another tale, King Aila, supremely righteous, desired Urvaśī. Who would not be captivated by her intoxicating eyes? She departed to the place where the king had consumed a small portion of clarified butter, having set a time for her appearance after the ritual of fire-viewing. Aila made her his own, a delightful and ever-youthful maiden. While she slept upon the bed, Purūravas arose from her side. Seeing him unclothed, she immediately departed; for steadfastness is rare in women whose minds flicker like lightning. That night, he gazed upon her, astonished and unclothed. Meanwhile, the king went forth to battle against his enemies. Having conquered them, he returned to the realm of the gods, highly honored. Upon his return, King Aila received guidance from Vasiṣṭha, the chief priest. Hearing of Urvaśī’s departure, Aila was overcome with sorrow; he offered no sacrifices, ate nothing, neither listened nor saw. The chief priest awakened the noble king, who was as if dead, with words bearing wisdom: “She is dead now, O great-minded king; do not grieve. Let not inauspicious forces touch you in such a state. You do not know the hearts of women, O wise king; they are like those of jackals. Therefore, do not sorrow. Who in this world has not been deceived by women? Deceitfulness, cruelty, fickleness, and cunning are their nature. Such is their inherent nature; how can they be sources of happiness? Who has not been ruined by time? Who, seeking honor, has attained it? Who has not been led astray by fortune, or harmed by women? For those intoxicated in mind, reality is like a dream or illusion, O king. For whom are women a source of happiness? Knowing this, be free from fever, O wise king. Apart from Śaṃkara, Viṣṇu, or the Ganges, there is no other refuge for the sorrowful in the three worlds.” Hearing these words, King Aila diligently overcame his sorrow and remained in the midst of the Ganges. With great effort, he worshipped Śiva, Janārdana, Brahmā, the Sun, Gaṅgā, and other deities. Whoever, having fallen into misfortune, does not serve holy places or deities, that creature, subject to time, what state will he attain? He who takes refuge in the one Lord, eager to serve the Gautamī, who has supreme faith and has turned away from worldly attachments, performed many sacrifices with priests, giving abundant gifts. Thus, he became an island of Vedic rites, and for this reason it is called Yajñadvīpa. On the night of the full moon, Urvaśī comes there; whoever circles that island in reverence at that time circumambulates the earth with its oceans and sky. There, remembrance of the Vedas and sacrifices takes place. Whoever performs meritorious acts there obtains the fruit of Vedic sacrifices; know that place as Ailatīrtha, which is also called Purūrava. It is also called Vāsiṣṭha, and is known as the division of the channel; under King Aila, no division of the channel occurred in any of the rites. This division of the channel in Urvaśī’s place, the complete course, was also divided by Vasiṣṭha and by Gaṅgā. Thus, the division of the channel became a giver of success in both seen and unseen desires. There, it is said, are seven hundred excellent holy places.