Her form radiated beauty: her full breasts shone, closely set together, resembling the joyful meeting of noble friends. Her smooth abdomen glimmered, adorned with a delicate line of fine hair, enhancing her allure. She seemed to shine like a swarm of bees, gracefully moving from the riverbank to a pond blooming with lotuses. It was as if, in the great churning of the ocean of fortune, the mountain Mandara itself had been bound by a serpent, such was the elegance of her form. With her exquisite body, she shone like the golden filament at the heart of a lotus, and her feet, too, were radiant, as if painted with the most brilliant red lac. The sight of her beauty overwhelmed him with desire—indeed, who could resist such charm, O sage? One might even wonder if this place was the very capital city of the lord of desire, established before his eyes. Perhaps, frightened by the heat of the sun’s rays, she had come here seeking refuge. At that moment, Mādhava stood composed, serene in meditation like a great sage. Observing this, the virtuous one smiled and spoke gently, “Let her be led to the world of the gods; let her be given to Vāsava.” Thus, he bestowed her, youthful and beautiful, upon the thousand-eyed Indra. In that instant, desire and other passions arose within the king of the gods, filling him with wonder. She journeyed not only among the gods, but also to the netherworlds, among mortals, and throughout all eight directions. At this time, a Dānava named Prahlāda was consecrated as king. Meanwhile, the kings on earth performed their sacrifices according to proper rites, the Vaiśyas tended their cattle diligently, and the Śūdras delighted in their service. The gods, too, returned to their duties, each engaged in their proper tasks. It was then that Cyavana went to the Narmada river to bathe, also visiting the sacred place called Akulīśvara. As he descended, a serpent named Kekaralohita seized him. But when Cyavana remembered the lotus-eyed Lord, the great serpent was instantly freed from his own poison. Released from the venom’s grip, the foremost of serpents let Cyavana go, who then moved about, honored on all sides by the serpent maidens. While Cyavana was being worshipped, Prahlāda, the lord of the Daityas, saw him. Prahlāda welcomed him, offered him a seat, and inquired about the reason for his arrival. Cyavana replied, “I have come today only to bathe and to see Akulīśvara. I was brought to Pātāla, and here I have also seen you.” Prahlāda, skilled in righteous speech, then said, “You ought to tell me what sacred places exist in Rasātala.” Cyavana answered, “O mighty-armed one, it is known that Cakratīrtha lies in the depths of Rasātala.” He then informed the Dānavas who wished to journey to Nemiṣa, “We shall see the lotus-eyed Lord, the infallible one clad in yellow garments.” With great preparations, they departed from Rasātala and, upon arriving at the Nemiṣa forest, bathed joyfully. As they wandered, they beheld the sacred Sarasvatī, her waters pure and clear. There, they saw arrows belonging to others lodged in mouths, entangled and intertwined. Witnessing this, the lord of the demons became exceedingly angry. They encountered ascetics with lofty matted hair, their minds absorbed in austerity. These sages possessed the Śārṅga bow, the mighty cow, and two inexhaustible quivers, marking them as beings of great power and virtue.