Once, an excellent brahmin, accompanied by his wife, journeyed to the sacred place known as Kalpagrama. In that holy land, those to whom offerings are made are always blessed to partake of the food. Yet, O Earth, it is said that Cakra Tirtha surpasses Kalpagrama a hundredfold in sanctity. What, then, is Kalpagrama to one who knows the greatness of Cakra Tirtha—or even Varanasi, O auspicious one? Indeed, even if a being is born there as a mere worm or insect, it is assured that he will attain a divine, four-armed form. Thus concludes the chapter extolling the glory of Cakra Tirtha in the section describing the greatness of Mathura, as told in the illustrious Varaha Purana. Now, O Earth, listen as I recount another tale—the greatness of Kapila Varaha. In the beautiful city of Mithila, ruled by the noble Janaka, there dwelled brahmins, kshatriyas, vaishyas, and shudras alike. Among them, a deep devotion arose toward the holy city of Mathura. Among these people was a certain brahmin, burdened with the terrible sin of brahmahatya—the slaying of a brahmin. The embodiment of this sin was visible to all who saw him. This brahmin, who had not previously undertaken such a pilgrimage, went to perform ablutions at the sacred Vaikuntha. As he entered the holy waters, the onlookers questioned in amazement, “What is this? What has happened?” They wondered by what fault or cause the sacred stream seemed to abandon the twice-born, and why it departed from him. But as soon as he immersed himself in the waters of Vaikuntha, the grievous sin of killing a brahmin left him completely. When the people sought an explanation, the Lord of the gods appeared and then vanished at that very spot. It is declared that whoever bathes at the Vaikuntha tirtha is freed from all sins. Sūta then spoke: “By name, Gandharva-kunda is the foremost among all holy places. O Devi, one who bathes there enjoys happiness in the company of the Gandharvas. My sacred region of Mathura extends for twenty yojanas, and at its center dwells Keśava, the remover of all suffering. O Vasundhara, those who die in the heart of this land attain liberation. Having beheld the Lord of gods, what sorrow could remain in the mind? Such a one does not return to worldly existence until the great dissolution. There is no doubt—whoever sees this Lord attains liberation. He is of great form, beautiful, and resembles Keśava himself. In the Krita Yuga, there was a king named Māndhātā. Pleased by his devotion, I granted him this divine image. When Māndhātā reached Mathura, the demon Lavaṇa was slain. This image is holy, celestial, radiant, and divine in form. By his mind, that auspicious image of Vārāhī was created. O Devi, Kapila, the foremost among sages, was worshipped by Indra. When Indra received his boon, he was filled with joy, for he had gained the supreme divine knowledge from Kapila. Then, the mighty Indra set out to conquer heaven and returned to his own world. But in time, the gods were defeated by Ravana, and even the powerful Indra fell before him. Ravana entered a house adorned with jewels, and there, O Devi, that Rakshasa named Ravana was deluded by Kapila. O Damodara, O Hrishikesha, slayer of Hiranyaksha—thus the story unfolds, revealing the glory of the sacred places and the power of devotion.