When the assembly of gods departed, Vishnu turned to Indra and spoke words of comfort: “Enter into me, O best of gods; may good befall you. I will protect you.” Trusting Vishnu, Purandara—Indra—entered into him. Witnessing Indra shielded by Vishnu, the goddess, enraged, declared, “Maghavan, I will burn you together with Vishnu, before the eyes of all beings. Let my ascetic power be seen.” Overpowered by her wrath, Indra and Vishnu found themselves subdued. Vishnu, seeking escape, asked Indra, “How can I free both of us from her grasp?” Indra pleaded, “O Lord, strike her down before she burns us! I am especially overwhelmed—strike her without delay.” Vishnu, observing the goddess, hesitated; it was difficult for him to kill a woman. Yet, reflecting on their peril, he swiftly entered into Shakra, who was in danger. Urgency and fear filled Vishnu as he realized the cruel intent of the goddess. Angered, he seized his discus and, out of fear, cut off her head. The terrible act of killing a woman enraged Bhrigu, the lord. When Vishnu had slain his wife, Bhrigu cursed him: “Though you knew the law, you killed a woman who should not be slain. Therefore, by this curse, you shall be born among humans seven times; whenever righteousness is lost, you will return again and again. For the welfare of the world, you will be born among humans here.” Having spoken thus, Bhrigu took up her head himself. Bringing her body together, Bhrigu held it in his hand and proclaimed, “O goddess, though slain by Vishnu, I shall restore you to life. If I truly know the whole of righteousness, or have practiced it, then by that truth, live again—if what I say is true.” Sprinkling her with cold water, he said, “Live!” And at that moment, the goddess was revived. All beings, witnessing her as if awakened from sleep, exclaimed from every side, “Well done! Well done!” Thus, the goddess was restored by Bhrigu, and before the gods, it appeared wondrous. Without agitation, Bhrigu revived his wife again; yet, seeing this, Indra found no peace, fearing Kavi once more. Remaining awake, Indra spoke to Jayanti, his own daughter: “This Kavi is performing a terrible vow to cast me down; because of this, my wise daughter, I am greatly troubled. With all manner of pleasing attentions, serve him tirelessly, so that the Brahmin may be satisfied. Go, you are given to him; make every effort for my sake.” Accepting her father’s words, Jayanti went to where Kavi was engaged in fierce austerity. She saw him drinking only smoke, his face turned downward, and being purified by a stream poured by a Yaksha. The goddess witnessed Kavi steadfast in his practice, exhausted by the destruction of enemies, weakened in body. Following her father’s instructions, she acted toward Kavi, praising him with gentle, pleasing words, speaking sweetly, and serving him at proper times with soothing massages. For many years, Jayanti attended him with services suited to his vow. When the dreadful thousand-year vow of smoke was completed, Shiva, pleased, offered a boon and spoke: “This vow has been performed by you alone, not by anyone else. Therefore, by your austerity, intelligence, learning, strength, and brilliance, you alone will surpass all the gods. Whatever exists in me, O Brahman, son of Bhrigu, I grant all of it to you; you must not reveal it to anyone. What need is there for many words? You will become invincible.” Shiva granted lordship over creatures, lordship over wealth, and invincibility to Bhargava, who was filled with joy. Having addressed the lord of the gods, the blue-red Lord, Kavi, endowed with wisdom, stood before him with joined palms, bowing. When the god had vanished, he spoke to Jayanti: “Who are you, O fortunate one? Why are you sorrowful when I am sorrowful? Endowed with great austerity, for what purpose do you seek to conquer me? Standing here with devotion, humility, and self-restraint, and with affection, O beautiful-hipped, I am pleased with you, O fair-complexioned one. What do you desire? What wish have you raised? I will fulfill it for you today, even if it is very difficult.” Jayanti replied, “Through austerity, you ought to know. Indeed, I wish to accomplish something, O Brahman. You must tell me truly.” Kavi, seeing with divine sight, answered, “With me, O beautiful-hipped, O radiant one, you wish to unite here for a hundred years, unseen by all beings. O goddess, dark as a blue lotus, worthy of boons, with lovely eyes, thus you choose your desires. I grant them to you, O sweet-spoken one. So be it. Let us go to my house, O intoxicated one.” Then he went home together with Jayanti and Ushanas.