There was once a woman renowned for her unwavering devotion to her husband, whom she cherished as her very life, and whose conduct was ever righteous. In time, a glorious son was born to her, and he was known as Upamanyu. Though she lived in great hardship, the devoted mother nourished her child with whatever milk she could find. Out of her love and regard, she once prepared for him a special dish using the juice of ground rice. Upamanyu ate the rice cooked in milk, finding it delicious and deeply nourishing. Yet, on the following day, when his mother offered him only a simple gruel made from flour, he refused to accept it. Overcome with sorrow, his mother wept, her voice choked with tears as she spoke to her son: "When Virupaksha is displeased, how can there be food with milk for us?" She counseled him, "Therefore, worship the Lord of the gods, Virupaksha, the wielder of the trident. By pleasing him, one attains even the drinking of nectar—how much more so the eating of milk-rice!" Curious, Upamanyu asked, "Who is this Virupaksha, whom you say should be worshipped?" His mother replied, "Listen, my child, and I will tell you of him. In ancient times, it was by him that all the worlds were subdued, and even Sri was brought under his control. The mighty one once wished to seize the Srivatsa mark of Vasudeva. Knowing this, and desiring his destruction, he approached Maheshvara. He stood upon the plateau of the Himalayas, on the dry ground, and Hari himself worshipped the Supreme Self with his own self. He praised that Supreme Brahman, knowable only by yogis and without attributes. Then, the glorious and divine Sudarshana discus appeared, blazing and visible to all. Shankara said to Vishnu, 'This discus, resembling the wheel of time, has twelve spokes, six naves, and moves swiftly in pairs. For the protection of the virtuous, the six seasons are also established within it. Indra and Agni, as well as all the Visvedevas and Prajapatis, are present there. The months from Caitra to Phalguna are also established within this discus. This unfailing weapon, worshipped by the king of immortals, has been held by me and placed in my eye through the power of austerity.' Vishnu then asked, 'How, O Shambhu, shall I know whether it is unfailing or failing?' Shankara replied, 'For the sake of your inquiry, I will cast it here; accept it, O sir.' Vishnu agreed, 'If so, then cast it with a mind free from doubt.' Desiring to know, he swiftly released the energy toward Shankara. That energy made the Lord of all, the Lord of sacrifice, and the performer of sacrifice manifest in three forms. Overwhelmed by shame, Vishnu’s body became devoted to prostration. Yet, though struck, he declared, 'My essential nature is not destroyed; it cannot be severed or burned. Those virtuous deeds which have been performed will surely bear fruit, without doubt. The third is Virupaksha; these three grant merit to men.' When Shri Damni is slain by Vishnu, the gods will rejoice. Having ascended to the summit of the divine mountain, Vishnu saw Shri Damna. With great speed, he released the discus, repeatedly declaring, 'He is slain.' Shri Damna’s head was severed, and he fell from the mountain like a peak struck by a thunderbolt. Having regained the excellent discus, the great weapon, the god returned to his abode in the ocean. Therefore, my child, if you worship Virupaksha, O virtuous one, you too will obtain food with milk.