O King, in ancient times, there was an event of great significance at Kanakhala Tīrtha. Once, a man had gold in his hands, but it slipped and fell, and despite all efforts, the gold could not be recovered. Yet, O king of kings, let it be known that there is no true loss here—neither in this world nor in the next. Indeed, that ancient gold, though lost from his grasp, had multiplied a crore-fold in merit. Thus, the reckoning of what is given arises, even for gifts not measured. Therefore, it is taught that one should perform śrāddha here with effort, and especially with gold. The gifts offered to the Brāhmaṇas at this sacred place are beyond measure, their merit limitless. Hearing these truths, O king, the goddess of speech herself arose from the sky and spoke in approval. The king, filled with satisfaction and compassion, then gave a pure and exceedingly great gift, dedicating it to the ancestors and the gods. By the power of that noble gift, the king attained great merit. Indeed, whoever performs śrāddha at this holy site during the sun’s transit, O king, brings satisfaction to the sages, the gods, and the great serpents by the act of bathing. Therefore, it is said, with every effort, one should perform bathing at Kanakhala Tīrtha. Thus concludes the chapter extolling the greatness of Kanakhala Tīrtha. Now, listen to the glory of Cakra Tīrtha. In ancient times, mighty Viṣṇu released his discus here, and, having slain the Dānavas in battle, he bathed in the pure stream. Whoever performs śrāddha at this place during the sleeping or awakening of Hari gains immense merit. Thus ends the chapter on the greatness of Cakra Tīrtha. Further, at Manuṣya-tīrtha, wherever a man bathes properly, he is always reborn as a human. Even if he has committed many sins, he does not fall into animal birth. Once, a herd of deer, surrounded on all sides by hunters armed with bows and arrows—like the servants of Yama—reached this water sanctuary, weary and tormented by hunger and thirst. By the power of this sacred place, they all at once attained human birth and remembered their former lives. This, O king, is true without doubt. Bathing in those waters, one immediately attains success. When Indra himself saw that sacred place, which removes sin, he recognized its greatness. Even today, O ruler of men, people journey there on the eighth lunar day, understanding its power. Those who do so obtain the full fruit of ancestral rites, as from śrāddha and gifts. Thus concludes the chapter describing the power of Manuṣya-tīrtha. Now, hear of another holy place. Wherever a man bathes properly here, he is freed from all sins. Long ago, there was a king named Suprabha, destroyer of enemy heroes. He found no lasting pleasure in women, nor in enjoyments, nor in riding horses or elephants. Once, O best of kings, fond of hunting, he went to Arbuda. There, he saw a gentle creature—a mother deer suckling her young, who clung to her milk. As the king approached with bow drawn, the deer, burning with anger, spoke to him. “Lying down, engaged in union, suckling, or afflicted by disease—today, O lowest of kings, my death has come in every way. For, O lord of the earth, you have slain me unrighteously.” Her life ebbing away, the king, struck with remorse, tried to appease her. “Out of ignorance and cruelty, O gentle one, I have slain you,” he confessed, seeking forgiveness for his act. Thus, the sacred narratives of these tīrthas reveal the power of holy places, the merit of offerings, and the profound consequences of actions at these sanctified sites.