With a gentle smile, the lord of the gods—wielder of the trident and leader of the Gaṇas—addressed his devoted followers. He spoke of the embrace he had given to the great Pāśupatas, inviting them to freely ask about the nature, knowledge, and discernment of these beings. Turning to all the assembled Gaṇas, those who pondered the mysteries of being and non-being, he continued his discourse. He spoke of those who, deluded by pride, failed to honor the divine station of Viṣṇu. “I am that very Lord Viṣṇu,” he declared, “and Viṣṇu is myself—the imperishable one.” He explained that, though the Gaṇas were devoted like tigers in their zeal, some among them, their minds clouded by delusion, constantly reviled him. When these words were spoken, the Gaṇas turned to Maheśvara and praised him: “You are pure, spotless, peaceful, white, and stainless.” Hearing their sincere words, the cloud-borne Lord responded, “Listen carefully; I shall reveal everything to you—words that will increase my own glory. Out of concern for reproach, I now share this secret. With steadfast effort, you must assume a single-formed body. “My pleasure does not arise from sandalwood or other offerings, even when presented with the utmost concentration. I protect even those devoted to you who are worthy of hell, for the sake of my own fame. Just as the devotees of Hara, though ascetics, may fall into hell, so today I do not cast you into that wondrous hell.” He then described the Blessed Lord whose form is white, yellow, red, and dark as collyrium. “That very Lord, ever worthy of worship—Sadāśiva—assumes these forms.” At this, the Gaṇas asked, “O Lord, tell us the distinction of Sadāśiva.” In response, the Lord revealed the stainless form of Sadāśiva. He appeared before them with a thousand faces, a thousand feet, and a thousand arms. Divine weapons gleamed from his staff, and he was adorned with thousands of fierce and Vaiṣṇava emblems. He bore the banner of the bird, rode the bull, and carried the bull-banner. From him, great hosts of Pāśupata beings emerged. In an instant, he would become white, then red, yellow, or blue. In a moment, he appeared as Rudra, Indra, Śambhu, or the radiant sun. Witnessing this most wondrous event, the hosts of Shiva and others beheld Sadāśiva—the god of gods—as undivided. Among those whose sins had been cleansed, who now perceived no division, Lord Hari spoke: “I am pleased with you all, O virtuous ones, because of this knowledge. May the sin that arises from perceiving division depart from us.” Then, the Unmanifest One embraced all the leaders of the hosts. Just as the Mandara mountain, following the ancient scriptural course, settled in the midst, so too did the mighty bull of Hara—its body covered in dark hide, shining like the clouds of autumn—stand forth in glory. There, the foremost mountain Mandara, its caves inhabited by the Pramathas, echoed with excitement as the Pramathas struck many musical instruments, filling the air with divine celebration.