Having spoken thus, O beautiful one, I vanished from your sight right then and there. After accomplishing a most arduous deed, I journeyed to Śvetadvīpa, fully armed with bow, quiver, arrows, and sword, endowed with the wondrous power and might of illusion. By the force of this illusion—what is there for you, O Earth? You are not fit to comprehend its mysteries. Thus, O Earth, I have narrated to you this account of my illusion, which possesses immense power. Among all tales, this is the greatest; among austerities, it is supreme, O scorcher of foes. Whoever recites this story always among devotees, but does not proclaim it among those who lack devotion, and who, when asked, recites it before my devotees—even if they are Śūdras—whoever rises at dawn, O Earth, and recites it with unwavering resolve, after the full course of time, that person attains their end. Whoever listens daily to this grand narrative, O Earth, receives the blessing you once sought, and which I have now related to you. Now begins the account of the greatness of Kubjāmraka. Having heard of this power of illusion, the Earth, steadfast in her vows, spoke: “I do not know about that, nor what you have previously spoken. And what merit and eternal nourishment exist at Kubjāmraka?” Varāha replied: “The nourishment at Kubjāmraka, and the sacred ford, O blameless one—all of that, O goddess, listen as I tell you fully and truthfully, O beautiful one. And what acts, by which one who bathes there, even if dead, attains…” Having slain Madhu and Kaiṭabha at Brahmā’s command, I beheld there the great sage Raibhya, bowed in reverence, O Earth. He was wise, a knower of virtues, pure, skilled, and master of his senses. He had subsisted for a thousand years on water alone, and likewise on Śaiva leaves. Because of this, O goddess, I was pleased with the great-souled Raibhya. Then, as he practiced austerities, he arrived at the gateway of the Gaṅgā. To him, I revealed myself, for a particular reason. Thus, O wise one, this place became known as Kubjāmraka. And now I will tell you something further; listen, O Earth. There, I saw him assuming a hunchbacked form. After bowing to that sage, steadfast in his vows, I stood before him. Hearing my words, that sage, endowed with austerity, spoke: “If the Blessed Lord, Janardana, Protector of the Worlds, is pleased—as long as the worlds endure, O Great Lord, so long—may devotion to you, Janardana, always remain, for as long as your abode exists. This alone is cherished in my heart and upheld by me.” Then, having heard the words of the sage Raibhya, I again spoke. O Earth, when the brahmin heard my words in this manner, he asked, “O Lord, what is the greatness of this foremost of sacred fords? And whatever other sacred fords are established in this region—hear from me, O brahmin, in truth, that which you ask of me.” There is a sacred ford in the form of a water-lily, situated at Kubjāmra.