Those who delight in sinful actions bring great trouble to all the worlds, leaving no hope for happiness anywhere. Let all the gods in every realm recognize such a one as given over to the enjoyment of evil deeds. The divine must act swiftly to destroy him—there is no room for further hesitation. With proper reverence, the gods bowed before the Supreme and returned to heaven. There, the king undertook the most exalted of rites, the horse-sacrifice. But Kapila, the sage, placed him in the netherworld, where Kapila himself abides. Amazed by these events, the sons of Sagara began a search throughout the worlds, starting with the earth. Each one, separately, dug up the entire surface of the earth, one yojana at a time. Through these openings, all the sons of Sagara entered the netherworld, where, intoxicated and bewildered, they searched for the sacrificial horse. At last, near Kapila—who was deep in meditation—they found the horse. Their minds agitated and bent on violence, they rushed forward with the intent to kill. Whispering among themselves, they urged, “Let us quickly seize him and keep it secret,” for they believed the world was full of spies and villains who sow great disturbance. Yet Kapila, controlling all his senses and established firmly within himself, was fully aware of their actions. Some of the sons struck him with their feet, while others seized the earth itself. Kapila, moved deeply, spoke to those who were causing turmoil in the world, lamenting that discernment does not arise in those blinded by arrogance. He reflected: “Humans burn from what they themselves consume—what is so astonishing about this? Even river currents topple trees along their banks. In such places, prosperity and ignorance both increase. How strange it is that, simply due to a similarity of names, even the datura plant gives intoxication. Just as wind is a friend to fire, and poison to the serpent, those who see harm, see it clearly—there can be no doubt.” In that moment, a fire blazed forth from Kapila, instantly reducing all the oceans to ashes. Witnessing this, the onlookers, overwhelmed by grief, cried out, believing the end of the world had come before its time. In terror, they rushed into the ocean, for the wrath of the virtuous is truly unbearable. A divine messenger then spoke: “All that has happened, the Yakṣas know.” And with great delight, he declared, “The wicked have been disciplined by fate. He who acts unrighteously is his own enemy. Such a person is to be known as the greatest enemy—this is the conclusion of the scriptures. For the death of the wicked inspires the virtuous with new enthusiasm.” In the aftermath, the Lord made his grandson, Aṃśumant, his son, and again appointed the wise Sāra to bring him forth. With full prostration, they all bowed to Kapila, that radiant sage. Kapila then spoke to the eternal Lord of gods, whose mind was tranquil. “The virtuous,” Kapila said, “are devoted to helping others and are rooted in forgiveness. Just as the moon does not withdraw its light even from the house of a chandala, so too do the virtuous not withhold their grace. The moon, though consumed by the gods, still bestows supreme satisfaction.