Come, let us go to that place, O best of gods," one among them urged. At that very moment, the gods arrived, soaring swiftly in their celestial chariots. Before them lay many delightful and pure places, sanctuaries set apart for the divine. They marveled at the tranquil forest regions of hermitages and the mysterious caves nestled within the mountains. Led by Indra, the gods entered these sacred spaces, venturing deep into mountain hollows and dense thickets of trees. As they stepped into a particular forest region, their forms shone with radiant brilliance. On the sandy banks of a mountain river, they sparkled like swans, jasmine flowers, and the moon itself. The sand, scattered here and there, gleamed like powdered pearls. There, the wise gods saw me and encouraged me to proceed. I entered meditation for a moment, and through my vision, I perceived her. Then, ascending a lofty mountain peak, the lords of the gods—amidst a herd of deer—saw him standing, a guardian among them. He possessed a lovely face, beautiful eyes and teeth, and his back was adorned with white spots. His lips were like the bimba fruit, his mouth and tongue coppery, and he was decorated with tusk-like sprouts. Upon seeing him, all the gods fled from the peak. Indra, wielding the thunderbolt, seized first the tip of the horn. Keśava grasped the base of this great-souled being, while I held the middle. Thus, the horn was seized: Śakra at the tip, I at the middle, and Keśava at the base. In this way, our lord of the deer was divided into three. At that moment, he vanished, standing in the sky, and addressed us as we watched: "With my body, I have been cursed by you; now I have departed from here. Had I remained with my body, having been taken and established here, my horns would be here in this forest of phlegmatic nature. Yet even now, great prosperity will arise here—of this there is no doubt. As many sacred places as exist on earth, and all the lakes up to the ocean, so too will this place flourish. Again, at the auspicious foot of Himavat, the lord of mountains, I—with a head blazing with radiant splendor and a four-faced body—shall remain within the dreadful lake of serpents, within the water. When one born in the lineage of Vṛṣṇi, bearing the discus of Kṛṣṇa, strikes down the mountains, then that region will be entirely occupied by foreigners. In that land, those established by the brāhmaṇas will dwell. The kings will establish the worship of the liṅga there, and those who act rightly will be established in justice. There, all beings will always worship me. Having journeyed to Śivapura, they will behold me, their sins burned away. That field of mine should be known as spanning fourteen yojanas in extent. The water there is remembered as a hundred times more pure than that of the Bhāgīrathī. Men who leave their bodies there go to my world—of this there can be no doubt. Surely, those who have taken refuge in the place of Puruhūta dwell there.