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ON THE WAY TO THE CONQUEST
OF THE WORLD
The sun had risen. The tender rays of the sun played on the trees and plants in a frolicsome manner and fascinated the beholders with their grace and beauty. The golden rays of the sun had rendered the whole world and the sky golden as if by some heavenly alchemy. At such a pleasant time, a Pushpak Viman was speeding through the sky towards the city of Nityalokanagar.
The rays of enthusiasm and infatuation kept dancing on the powerful face of Dashmukh Ravan. He was proceeding to Nityalokanagar with the purpose of marrying Ratnavali, an extraordinarily beautiful young lady who lived in that city. The Pushpak Viman was flying over the sky-high peaks of Ashtapad mountain and then all of a sudden the air-ship stopped with a sudden jolt. Ravan's eyebrows widened with surprise when he noticed that his air-ship which was proceeding at a tremendous speed had come to sudden halt. He felt annoyed and irritated. He roared with anger, “Who is that unlucky fellow who is courting death by stopping my air-ship ?"
He landed the air-ship safely on a high peak of the mountain and looked around to see who was responsible for this. After he had carefully observed every nook and corner of the area, he noticed the Mahamuni Vali sitting on a peak in deep meditation and Ravan's anger flamed up. He said in an angry and rebuking voice :
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