In ancient times, a wondrous event unfolded, promising supreme blessings to all who beheld it. The simultaneous vision of the Lord was declared to bestow the highest fruits upon devotees, equaling the merit gained from visiting the most sacred bathing places. It was ordained that a single liṅga, crafted from a crore, should be established, O Bull-bannered One, so that by gazing upon it, people might receive the reward of worshipping a crore liṅgas. Suddenly, breaking through the great mountain, this miraculous liṅga emerged, its appearance awe-inspiring and divine. At that very moment, a bodiless voice resounded through the air, proclaiming: "Whoever worships this liṅga on the fourteenth day of the dark fortnight of Māgha, O Brāhmaṇas, shall have their merit multiplied a crore times. Their reward will be a crore times greater, equal to the merit of offering śrāddha at Gayā." Inspired by this celestial pronouncement, all the assembled sages, with devotion and reverence, offered perfumes, incense, and ointments to the liṅga. They worshipped it with supreme faith, O King, knowing that it removes all sins and bestows beauty of form upon those who seek its grace. In that sacred place, there once lived a renowned celestial nymph named Vapu. At the same time, an Ābhīrī woman, deformed and with a misshapen face, wandered Mount Arbuda in search of fruit. As she roamed, she became adorned with divine garlands and garments, her limbs transformed into celestial beauty. This wondrous change, O great king, was wrought by the power of the holy place. While she played on the highest peak, a being beheld her—captivated by her lovely gaze. He wondered, was she a goddess, a nāga maiden, a siddhā, or a vidyādhari? Overcome by her beauty, he confessed, "My mind has been stolen by you, O lovely-browed, lotus-eyed one." She explained that she had come for fruit but had fallen into a mountain stream, and after bathing, she emerged with a beautiful and auspicious form. "All the gods are under my sway; what desire could remain for me?" she declared. Freed from passion, he addressed her, slender-waisted as she was, "Pleased by your humility, I will grant you the highest boon. Whoever bathes here with devotion will win the favor of all the gods. They shall be born beautiful—such beauty as even the gods rarely attain." With her, he ascended in a celestial chariot towards heaven. O best of kings, because she attained that heavenly form, the gods, on the third day of the bright half of Māgha, gathered at that water-reservoir. Other divine maidens, as well as Siddha and Yakṣa women, also received forms as radiant as hers. To the east of that place lies a beautiful cave where the maidens of Pātāla come to bathe. After bathing and taking water, they enter that cave, and any person anointed with that water becomes accomplished—unassailable whether in heaven or on earth. The flowers and fruits of this place grant the fulfillment of all tasks. Within the cave, the stones resemble conch-shells, adding to its mystical beauty. A barren woman who drinks the water, marked with sesame seeds, is blessed; even mortals afflicted by disease who bathe there find healing and transformation. Thus, the sacred mountain and its divine waters became a source of beauty, power, and accomplishment for all who approached with faith and devotion.