For the sake of fame, the bull among kings resolved to create an unparalleled place called Pauṇḍraka Yāmyamahiṣa, preparing himself to plough its sacred soil. As he began his task, another king approached and questioned him, "O king, what is it that you are preparing to do here?" The question was asked again, and the king replied with clarity and conviction, "I cultivate purity, charity, yoga, and celibacy." Suddenly, the king attained the eightfold yoga, laughed joyously, and departed from the site. Undeterred, the bull among kings ploughed the land surrounding the area for seven krośas in every direction. Afterward, he proclaimed the great eightfold dharma to all. He declared, "Give the land; I will cause the furrow to be made, let you plough the field." But when an outstretched arm appeared, I swiftly struck it with my discus. Though the king's left arm was offered and cut off, it was done by me. Then, when the king declared, "I am the granter of boons," the best of the Kurus requested a boon. He asked that those who bathe there and for the dead, the fruit of great merit be bestowed. He also requested that other acts, such as homa and sacrifice—whether auspicious or inauspicious—might yield imperishable fruit 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. The yakṣa named Candra and the serpent Vāsuki, the king Ajāvana, and the great god Pāvaka (Fire), along with their powerful attendants and followers, were present. These fierce beings among all moving and unmoving creatures did not allow bathing at that place. A sacred river, rich in auspicious matted reeds, flowed eastward where multitudes gathered. Earth, water, fire, wind, and sky—at first, the broad waters shone forth. Here, created by the mighty-armed one, those waters merged with the earth. You must 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. The people gathered at Kurukṣetra, at the sacred place of Pṛthūdaka. The holy lunar day that removes sin had arrived for them. "O teacher," they implored, "the task of the gods depends on you; therefore, do it." One replied, "If I should become lord of the rains, then I will go, O gods." There, Purandara, pleased, offered a rice-ball to the ancestors with devotion. The ancestors, pleased, spoke to their own daughter. She became joyful and lived as she wished. She gave birth to three daughters, endowed with extraordinary beauty, comparable to divine women. A fourth son was born, known as Sunābha. O sage, the eldest daughter of Menā was born with the name Rāgiṇī. Another, named Kuṭilā, wore white garlands and garments. The youngest daughter of Menā, Kālī, was incomparable in beauty. These auspicious goddesses set out to perform austerities, and the gods beheld them.