Without longing for reward, she ascended to heaven—a realm so rare and exalted that even the gods themselves find it difficult to reach. There exists a place where, simply by beholding a certain presence, a person attains the true fulfillment of their purpose. In this sacred region, a pond brimming with pure water stands, its waters capable of washing away the sins of those who come to it. Through the power of austerity, the Gomati river itself has been drawn here, O noble king, enhancing the sanctity of the site. Those who perform the śrāddha ceremony at this spot, using the grains revered by the sages, earn immense merit. Here, the illustrious Nārada once sang a verse, declaring that there is no need to perform śrāddha at Gayā or undertake other elaborate sacrifices—for anyone who offers śrāddha here rescues all their ancestors completely, O best of kings. Near Vasiṣṭha, the virtuous Arundhatī is ever present. Whatever sins were committed in childhood, youth, or old age—anyone who, with a focused mind, offers a lamp before Vasiṣṭha, or spends a single night fasting at this place, or observes a three-night vow, or undertakes a month-long fast—all before Vasiṣṭha—finds their transgressions cleansed. Likewise, whoever, with concentrated mind, on the full moon of the bright fortnight of Śrāvaṇa, recites the Gāyatrī mantra eight hundred times before Vasiṣṭha, or performs the Vāmadeva sacrifice with faith, attains great merit. Therefore, every effort should be made to behold that great sage. Vāmadeva, O king, should be worshipped with one’s entire being. Pulastya continued: Next, O best of kings, one should proceed to the supremely holy Acaleśvara. There, whoever performs śrāddha on the fourteenth day of the dark fortnight, or worships with devotion while standing in the southern direction, and offers libations with the five nectars, and bows at the end of circumambulation, gains immense spiritual benefit. Let me recount a wondrous event that once happened in this place. Listen well, O wise one. Long ago, a parrot made its nest in a tree here, O twice-born one. But this parrot was not born from devotion in the womb of birds; he had previously belonged to an earthly royal line and is remembered as King Vena. Recalling the power that arises from circumambulation, King Vena, day and night, performed nothing else. He did not worship with flowers or incense, but always with devoted circumambulation. Nārada, Śaunaka, Hārīta, Devala, and many others who were devoted to vows for the gods gathered there. Some performed various forms of worship, others recited prayers with concentration, some offered oblations, and others uttered praises. Filled with curiosity, the sages approached King Vena and asked, “O best of kings, why are you always devoted to circumambulation? You do not offer abundant, delightful water to the liṅga, though you are capable of giving other gifts as well.” King Vena replied, “All that occurred in my previous body is entirely true. Formerly, in this very palace, I dwelt as a bird—a parrot—at that time.