Having attained his goal and feeling fully satisfied, the seeker entered within, journeying deeper into the sacred realm. He approached Sarasvatī, the illustrious daughter of Brahmā, born of the Plakṣa tree, whose tongue is beloved by Hari. The blessed goddess stood upon the riverbank, bathed by countless sacred fords, radiating purity and grace. Continuing his pilgrimage, he arrived at the northern altar of Brahmā, a place revered by all the learned for its position to the north, encompassing five yojanas in extent. It is known as the ‘northern altar,’ and here, Śaṃbhu, lord of the gods and protector of the worlds, had performed sacrifices. To the south lay Virajā, the southern altar, famed as the bestower of endless fruits. The Samantapañcaka too was declared an altar—the supreme and imperishable northern one. With devotion, the king resolved, “I shall do, I shall cultivate, all desires as you wish.” For the sake of fame, this bull among kings created the unparalleled Pauṇḍraka Yāmyamahiṣa, preparing himself to plough the holy field. As he made his preparations, someone approached and asked, “O king, what is it that you are preparing to do here?” Again, the question was posed: “O king, what is it that you are preparing to do here?” The king replied with sincerity, “I cultivate purity, charity, yoga, and celibacy.” Suddenly, having attained the eightfold yoga, he laughed and departed from there. The king then ploughed the surrounding land for seven krośas in every direction, sanctifying it. Afterwards, he proclaimed the great eightfold dharma for all to follow. He called out, “Give the land; I will cause the furrow to be made, let you plough the field.” Witnessing an outstretched arm, I struck it swiftly with my discus. Though the king's left arm was given and cut off, it was by my hand. When I declared, “I am the granter of boons,” the best of the Kurus humbly requested a boon. “For those who have bathed and for the dead, let there be the fruit of great merit here,” he asked. He also requested that other acts such as homa and sacrifice, whether auspicious or inauspicious, might yield imperishable fruits in this excellent field. Thus addressed, I replied to the king, “So be it,” and spoke further: “At the end of your life, O steadfast one, you will attain dissolution in me alone.” There, priests would perform thousands of sacrifices, and the yakṣa named Candra and the serpent Vāsuki, the king Ajāvana, and the great god Pāvaka (Fire), along with their powerful attendants and followers, would guard the place. These fierce beings among all moving and unmoving creatures would not permit bathing there. The sacred river, rich in auspicious matted reeds, flowed eastward, drawing multitudes to its banks. Earth, water, fire, wind, and sky—all the elements shone forth in the beginning, and here, the broad waters created by the mighty-armed one merged with the earth. Go to that great sacred place as long as its presence is manifest. That holy lunar day remains and is praised as imperishable. There, honor your ancestors with a śrāddha offering and devotion. They gathered at Kurukṣetra, at the sacred place of Pṛthūdaka. The holy lunar day that removes sin has arrived for you. O teacher, the task of the gods depends on you; therefore, fulfill it.